“I really like you, Midori. A lot.”
“How much is a lot?”
“Like a spring bear,” I said.
“A spring bear?” Midori looked up again. “What’s that all about? A spring bear.”
“You’re walking through a field all by yourself one day in spring, and this sweet little bear cub with velvet fur and shiny little eyes comes walking along. And he says to you, “Hi, there, little lady. Want to tumble with me?’ So you and the bear cub spend the whole day in each other’s arms, tumbling down this clover-covered hill. Nice, huh?”
“Yeah. Really nice.”
“That’s how much I like you.”
Murakami, H. (1987 ) Norwegian Wood
“Would you tell me, please, which way I ought to go from here?"
"That depends a good deal on where you want to get to."
"I don't much care where -"
"Then it doesn't matter which way you go.”
Carroll, L. (1865) Alice's Adventures in Wonderland
"Harry, I've left a letter telling your aunt and uncle not to worry -"
"They won't," said Harry.
"That you're safe -"
"That'll just depress them."
" - and you'll see them next summer."
"Do I have to?"
Rowling, J. K. (2003) Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix
Summer was our best season:
it was sleeping on the back screened porch in cots,
or trying to sleep in the treehouse;
summer was everything good to eat;
it was a thousand colours in a parched landscape;
but most of all, summer was Dill.
Lee, H. (1960) To Kill A Mockingbird
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.
Wisdom speaks with a silent tongue.
Skelton, M. (2006) Endymion Spring
And so with the sunshine and the great bursts of leaves growing on the trees, just as things grow in fast movies, I had that familiar conviction that life was beginning over again with the summer.
Fitzgerald, F. Scott (1925) The Great Gatsby
Beginnings are sudden, but also insidious.
They creep up on you sideways, they keep to the shadows, they lurk unrecognized.
Then, later, they spring.
Atwood, M. (2000) The Blind Assassin
Knowing trees, I understand the meaning of patience. Knowing grass, I can appreciate persistence.