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Ring the bells that still can ring,
Forget your perfect offering,
There is a crack in everything,
That’s how the light gets in.

-Leonard Cohen

“I pray this winter be gentle and kind —
a season of rest from the wheel of the mind. “

–John Geddes

Sometimes our fate resembles a fruit tree in winter. Who would think that those branches would turn green again and blossom, but we hope it, we know it.

—Johann Wolfgang von Goethe, writer. 

Winter’s done,
and April’s in the skies.
Earth, look up with laughter
in your eyes!

–Charles G. D. Roberts (1860–1943)

Whether we wake, or we sleep.
Whether we carol, or weep,
The Sun, with his Planets in chime,
Marketh the going of Time.

–Edward Fitzgerald (1809–83)

I prefer winter and fall, when you feel the bone structure of the landscape. Something waits beneath it; the whole story doesn’t show.

Andrew Wyeth, artist

Life is mostly froth and bubble;
Two things stand like stone:
Kindness in another’s trouble,
Courage in your own.

–Adam Lindsay Gordon (1833–70)

And time remembered is grief forgotten,
And frosts are slain and flowers begotten,
And in green underwood and cover
Blossom by blossom the spring begins.

–Algernon Charles Swinburne, British poet (1837–1909)

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And time remembered is grief forgotten, And frosts are slain and flowers begotten, And in green underwood and cover Blossom by blossom the spring begins. –Algernon Charles Swinburne, British poet (1837–1909)

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Winter’s done, and April’s in the skies. Earth, look up with laughter in your eyes! –Charles G. D. Roberts (1860–1943)

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"I pray this winter be gentle and kind -- a season of rest from the wheel of the mind. " --John Geddes

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I prefer winter and fall, when you feel the bone structure of the landscape. Something waits beneath it; the whole story doesn't show. Andrew Wyeth, artist

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