
“Hope Smiles from the threshold of the year to come / Whispering ‘it will be happier’…” ~from “Robin Hood and Maid Marion”
by Alfred, Lord Tennyson (b. 6 August 1809 – d. 6 October 1892)

“Hope Smiles from the threshold of the year to come / Whispering ‘it will be happier’…” ~from “Robin Hood and Maid Marion”
by Alfred, Lord Tennyson (b. 6 August 1809 – d. 6 October 1892)

“Without a function, we cease to be.
So, I will write till I die.”
~ Farley Mowat (b. May 12, 1921 – d. May 6, 2014)

“How beautifully leaves grow old. How full of light and color are their last days.”
~ John Burroughs (b. April 3, 1837 – d. March 29, 1921)

“And once the storm is over, you won’t remember how you made it through, how you managed to survive. You won’t even be sure whether the storm is really over. But one thing is certain. When you come out of the storm, you won’t be the same person who walked in. That’s what this storm’s all about.”
~Haruki Murakami (b. January 12, 1949)

“She had always wanted words, she loved them; grew up on them.
Words gave her clarity, brought reason, shape.”
~ Michael Ondaatje (b. 12 September 1943), The English Patient

“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)
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