One swallow does not make a summer, but one skein of geese, cleaving the murk of March thaw, is the Spring.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
For one swallow does not make a summer, nor does one day; and so too one day, or a short time, does not make a man blessed and happy.
Long stormy spring-time, wet contentious April, winter chilling the lap of very May; but at length the season of summer does come.
No winter lasts forever; no spring skips its turn.
Spring has many American faces. There are cities where it will come and go in a day and counties where it hangs around and never quite gets there. Summer is drawn blinds in Louisiana, long winds in Wyoming, shade of elms and maples in New England.
If Winter comes, can Spring be far behind?
Spring is when you feel like whistling even with a shoe full of slush.
O, wind, if winter comes, can spring be far behind?
In the seasons of life, I have had more than my share of summers.
Write about winter in the summer.
No spring nor summer beauty hath such grace as I have seen in one autumnal face.