Best 380 quotes in «seasons quotes» category

Something like making the NIT would have been a great way to showcase the season we had.

Sometimes people come into your life for a season and other times for a lifetime.

Spring is the shortest season.

Summer lasts not for ever; seasons succeed each other.

Southampton have always been at the top, apart from the seasons when they weren't.

Spring is the season of hope, and autumn is that of memory.

Style doesn't have seasons.

That was a continuance of what we have seen most of the season - that is, various clubs beating each other.

Thank you... preseason football, for having all the excitement, commercials, and time-outs of the regular season, but with none of the mattering. I appreciate it. Thank you.

There are a lot of Grinches out there that would like nothing better than to take any references to religion out of the holiday season.

The ezer is a warrior, and this has far-reaching implications for women, not only in marriage, but in every relationship, season, and walk of life.

There is a season for wildness and a season for settledness, and this is neither. This season is about becoming.

The only way Marc Bircham will be going to Tottenham is if he buys a f****** season ticket.

The season starts too early and finishes too late and there are too many games in between.

That's where faith comes in. I've struggled more with being away from her. She keeps me strong. Being away from her means I have to stay in the Word and to stay strong throughout the season.

The seasons run with swift feet.

The Word of God isn't for one particular season. It's for every season. But in its specific application, it's best read from Thanksgiving to Christmas.

Thou hast all seasons for thine own, O Death!

The truth is, that in London it is always a sickly season. Nobody is healthy in London, nobody can be.

To see wild life you must go forth at wild season.

Time. There is much time left and lots of life seasons. There is much to see, to do, and to be.

Watching the season for me is about watching the chess matches.

This is a dream for me, it really is, to be the leader of a staff going into the season.

Usually older players, late in the season, start to get cold.

We have been saying this, both pre season and before the season started

Whatever happened in the regular season seems to not matter in the playoffs.

We must reconcile ourselves to a season of failures and fragments.

What Flaubert refers to as the “mélancholies du voyage” is like the sadness I feel as one season departs and another arrives.

What we are is seldom what we want to be, while what we want to be is either denied us or changes with the seasons.

What you do in the off season determines what you do in the regular season.

Wherever there is love, there the season transforms into spring!

When it's football season, I'm all football.

Winter = baking season. It's on.

When you have an inconsistent season, you learn a lot about yourself and your pitching.

Winter is not a season, it's a celebration.

Winter is the season of alcoholism and despair.

Winter is a season of recovery and preparation.

Winter is not a season, it's an occupation.

Winter: It's not just a season, it's who we are.

With [Fred] Zinnemann I did A Man For All Seasons. He was my screen godfather. I'm happy to say he was.

With every day that goes by, there will be further reductions on what's left of the season.

You can get a few seasons out of power, even accomplish some things, but over time power can be very damaging to relationships.

You can never pat yourself on the back during the season. Then you get complacent, stop working and let yourself slide.

You cannot change the seasons, but you can change yourself.

You have one good game or season, so what? You have to have a career.

You'll find that there will be an investment for every season, but there will be no investment for all seasons.

You must wait until the end, and at the end of the season you can say it was a good or a bad season.

Youth is a season that has no repose.

A garden did not need people in order to be alive and natural. The flowers might have died, and the last leaves might be falling, but the space was still redolent with the odors of life. It contained a thousand reassurances that no matter what one person’s strife, the seasons continued their cycle.

All-cheering Plenty, with her flowing horn, Led yellow Autumn, wreath'd with nodding corn." [Brigs of Ayr]