#season

We would load up the yellow Cutlass Supreme station wagon and pick blackberries during blackberry season or spring onions during spring onion season. For us, food was part of the fabric of our day. ↗

— Mario Batali

#blackberry #day #during #fabric #load

You know, when you get your first asparagus, or your first acorn squash, or your first really good tomato of the season, those are the moments that define the cook's year. I get more excited by that than anything else. ↗

— Mario Batali

#anything #asparagus #cook #define #else

What I find most disturbing about Valentine's Day is, look, I get that you have to have a holiday of love, but in the height of flu season, it makes no sense. ↗

— Lewis Black

#day #disturbing #find #flu #get

Every year we celebrate the holy season of Advent, O God. Every year we pray those beautiful prayers of longing and waiting, and sing those lovely songs of hope and promise. ↗

— Karl Rahner

#advent #beautiful #celebrate #every #god

I was determined to get it right on the pitch. Then, if I had to leave at the end of the season, so be it. I never felt threatened or isolated by the arrangement. We worked together and it worked out. ↗

— Bryan Robson

#determined #end #felt #get #had

Wal-Mart doesn't really care about your faith. Wal-Mart cares if you have money to spend, and it is going to be as generic as possible in exploiting the holiday season for every buck it can make. ↗

— Richard Roeper

#buck #care #cares #every #exploiting

I was down in Washington when 9/11 happened. We were in the middle of putting together the next summer season, and all I could think of was something somehow must make sense to us. Our Town kept coming into my mind. ↗

— Joanne Woodward

#could #down #happened #i #into

A long time have I lived with you And now we must be going Separately to be together. Perhaps I shall be the wind To blur your smooth waters So that you do not see your face too much. Perhaps I shall be the star To guide your uncertain wings So that you have direction in the night. Perhaps I shall be the fire To separate your thoughts So that you do not give up. Perhaps I shall be the rain To open up the earth So that your seed may fall. Perhaps I shall be the snow To let your blossoms sleep So that you may bloom in spring. Perhaps I shall be the stream To play a song on the rock So that you are not alone. Perhaps I shall be a new mountain So that you always have a home. ↗

— Nancy Wood

#grief #loss #native-american #nature #seasons

Great, so now we don’t just have to worry about my family.” I said looking up at the sky. “You said we didn’t have to worry about them.” “I hope to God not.” He shook his head. “You’re a strange duck.” “Quack.” I said rolling my eyes. ↗

— Cassandra Giovanni

#in-between-seasons #post-apocalyptic #ya-dystopian #ya-romance #family

Nostalgia in reverse, the longing for yet another strange land, grew especially strong in spring. ↗

— Vladimir Nabokov

#desire #life #nostalgia #seasons #spring