*erinnoel*:
"In a way Winter is the real Spring - the time when the inner things happen, the resurgence of nature."
*erinnoel*:
" I wish we could put up some of the Christmas spirit in jars and open a jar of it every month. "
*erinnoel*:
“In the depths of winter I finally learned there was in me an invincible summer”
*erinnoel*:
to watch his woods fill up with snow...
*erinnoel*:
"And so this is Christmas ... for weak and for strong ... for rich and the poor ones... the road is so long"
*erinnoel*:
"In seed time learn, in harvest teach, in winter enjoy."
*erinnoel*:
“Childhood is a short season.”
*erinnoel*:
“There's a certain slant of light, Winter afternoons, that oppresses, like the heft of cathedral tunes”
*erinnoel*:
"For some moments in life there are no words."
*erinnoel*:
“No winter lasts forever; no spring skips its turn.”
*erinnoel*:
“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.”
*erinnoel*:
“Poetry often enters through the window of irrelevance.”
*erinnoel*:
Winter is nature's way of saying, "Up yours."
*erinnoel*:
“We cannot do great things on this Earth, only small things with great love.”
*erinnoel*:
“When he spoke, what tender words he used! So softly, that like flakes of feathered snow, They melted as they fell.”
*erinnoel*:
"In dreams and in love there are no impossibilities."
*erinnoel*:
Every winter, When the great sun has turned his face away, The earth goes down into a vale of grief, And fasts, and weeps, and shrouds herself in sables, Leaving her wedding-garlands to decay - Then leaps in spring to his returning kisses.
*erinnoel*:
“What is life? It is the flash of a firefly in the night. It is the breath of a buffalo in the wintertime. It is the little shadow which runs across the grass and loses itself in the sunset.”