What good is the warmth of summer, without the cold of winter to give it sweetness.
John Steinbeck
If winter comes, can spring be far behind?
Percy Bysshe Shelley
Spring passes and one remembers one's innocence.Summer passes and one remembers one's exuberance.Autumn passes and one remembers one's reverence.Winter passes and one remembers one's perseverance.
Yoko Ono
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