
“A gush of bird-song, a patter of dew,
A cloud, and a rainbow’s warning,
Suddenly sunshine and perfect blue—An April day in the morning.”
~ Harriet Prescott Spofford, (b. April 3, 1835 – d. August 14, 1921)

“A gush of bird-song, a patter of dew,
A cloud, and a rainbow’s warning,
Suddenly sunshine and perfect blue—An April day in the morning.”
~ Harriet Prescott Spofford, (b. April 3, 1835 – d. August 14, 1921)

“There are two ways of spreading light;
to be the candle or the mirror that reflects it.”
~Edith Wharton (b. January 24, 1862 – d. August 11, 1937)

“The complexity of things—the things within things—just seems to be endless.
I mean nothing is easy, nothing is simple.”
~ Alice Munro (b. July 10th 1931)

“We shall not cease from exploration
And the end of all our exploring
Will be to arrive where we started
And know the place for the first time.”
~ T.S. Eliot (b. 26 September 1888 – d. 4 January 1965)

“The rooms were very still while the pages were softly turned and the winter sunshine crept in to touch the bright heads and serious faces with a Christmas greeting.”
~ Louisa May Alcott (b. November 29, 1832 – d. March 6, 1888), Little Women

“Autumn leaves don’t fall, they fly.
They take their time and wander on this their only chance to soar.”
~ Delia Owens, Where the Crawdads Sing

“They came on one of April’s most brilliant days – a day as sparkling as a newly-washed lemon…a day when even the shadows were a melange of blue and orange and jade, like the shadows that poured from the tipsy brush of Monet.”
~ Beverley Nichols, British author (b. 9 September 1898 – d. 15 September 1983)
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