In my own shire, if I was sad
Homely comforters I had:
The earth, because my heart was sore,
Sorrowed for the son she bore;
And standing hills, long to remain,
Shared their short-lived comrade's pain.
And bound for the same bourn as I,
On every road I wandered by,
Trod beside me, close and dear,
The beautiful and death-struck year:
Whether in the woodland brown
I heard the beechnut rustle down,
And saw the purple crocus pale
Flower about the autumn dale;
Or littering far the fields of May
Lady-smocks a-bleaching lay,
And like a skylit water stood
The bluebells in the azured wood.
Yonder, lightening other loads,
The season range the country roads,
But here in London streets I ken
No such helpmates, only men;
And these are not in plight to bear,
If they would, another's care.
They have enough as 'tis: I see
In many an eye that measures me
The mortal sickness of a mind
Too unhappy to be kind.
Undone with misery, all they can
Is to hate their fellow man;
And till they drop they needs must still
Look at you and wish you ill.
Tags: kindness compassion hate home journey seasons spring misery unhappiness country autumn london year city homesick
Our winters are very long here, very long and very monotonous. But we don't complain about it downstairs, we're shielded against the winter. Oh, spring does come eventually, and summer, and they last for a while, but now, looking back, spring and summer seem too short, as if they were not much more than a couple of days, and even on those days, no matter how lovely the day, it still snows occasionally.
Franz Kafka~A Comparison of Seasons~
Snow's unforgiving power causes some men to wish for spring's flower.
Some might hate snow's bitter chill, but you love it at your own will.
I see snow as something fun, but others might still long for summer's sun.
You and I hate summer's heat, but we still love the warmth of a fire on our feet.
Spring has jays whose virtuous songs are nice, but winter's lonely echoes are earth's frigged vice.
I enjoy spring's life, yet I still love winter's seemingly harsh sorrow; sometimes I can't get out of the house, so I worry about tomorrow.
I love the sight of snow and I treasure the sight of summer's river which swiftly flows.
Also, winter can be cold, but we can look forward to seeing spring's life and joy unfold.
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No, not of course at all—it is really all hocus-pocus. The days lengthen in the winter-time, and when the longest comes, the twenty-first of June, the beginning of summer, they begin to go downhill again, toward winter. You call that ‘of course’; but if one once loses hold of the fact that it is of course, it is quite frightening, you feel like hanging on to something. It seems like a practical joke—that spring begins at the beginning of winter, and autumn at the beginning of summer. You feel you’re being fooled, led about in a circle, with your eye fixed on something that turns out to be a moving point. A moving point in a circle. For the circle consists of nothing but such transitional points without any extent whatever; the curvature is incommensurable, there is no duration of motion, and eternity turns out to be not ‘straight ahead’ but ‘merry-go-round’!
Thomas MannA season of loneliness and isolation is when the caterpillar gets its wings. Remember that next time you feel alone.
Mandy HaleTags: loneliness alone seasons isolation transition lonely aloneness positive-thinking single butterfly singleness metamorphosis being-alone caterpillar single-life seasons-of-life being-single the-single-woman single-woman becoming-who-you-re-meant-to-be
You will evolve past certain people. Let yourself.
Mandy HaleTags: friendship friends moving-on seasons evolution growth letting-go positive-thinking evolve the-single-woman seasonal-friendships
Don't pour a lifetime of effort into a seasonal relationship. Not everyone from the pilot belongs in the finale.
Mandy HaleTags: relationships moving-on seasons evolution growth effort friendships letting-go positive-thinking pilot finale journey-of-life seasons-of-life seasonal-relationships
It makes no sense to try to extend a friendship that was only meant to be a season into a lifetime.
Mandy HaleTags: friendship friends moving-on seasons growth letting-go positive-thinking true-friends loving-yourself negative-people seasons-of-life seasonal-friendships toxic-friends letting-go-of-negative-people
A boy trudged down the sidewalk dragging a fishing pole behind him. A man stood waiting with his hands on his hips. Summertime, and his children played in the front yard with their friend, enacting a strange little drama of their own invention. It was fall, and his children fought on the sidewalk in front of Mrs. Dubose's. . . . Fall, and his children trotted to and fro around the corner, the day's woes and triumphs on their faces. They stopped at an oak tree, delighted, puzzled, apprehensive. Winter, and his children shivered at the front gate, silhouetted against a blazing house. Winter, and a man walked into the street, dropped his glasses, and shot a dog. Summer, and he watched his children's heart break. Autumn again, and Boo's children needed him. Atticus was right. One time he said you never really know a man until you stand in his shoes and walk around in them. Just standing on the Radley porch was enough.
Harper LeeIn winter, play with the snow; in summer, play with the Sun! Do not wait for something to come; everything is already here! In autumn, play with the leaves, in spring, play with the flowers! In summer, don’t wait for the winter; in winter, don’t wait for the summer! Everything is already here, in this present time you live in!
Mehmet Murat ildanTags: seasons
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