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“We say that flowers return every spring, but that is a lie. It is true that the world is renewed. It is also true that that renewal comes at a price, for even if the flower grows from an ancient vine, the flowers of spring are themselves new to the world, untried and untested.
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:::::::“That time of year thou mayst in me behold
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:::::::When yellow leaves, or none, or few, do hang
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:::::::Upon those boughs which shake against the cold,
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:::::::Bare ruin'd choirs, where late the sweet birds sang.
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:::::::In me thou seest the twilight of such day
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:::::::As after sunset fadeth in the west,
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:::::::Which by and by black night doth take away,
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:::::::Death's second self, that seals up all in rest.
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:::::::In me thou see'st the glowing of such fire
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:::::::That on the ashes of his youth doth lie,
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:::::::As the death-bed whereon it must expire
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:::::::Consumed with that which it was nourish'd by.
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:::::::This thou perceivest, which makes thy love more strong,
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:::::::To love that well which thou must leave ere long.”
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:::::::― William Shakespeare
  
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The flower that wilted last year is gone. Petals once fallen are fallen forever. Flowers do not return in the spring, rather they are replaced. It is in this difference between returned and replaced that the price of renewal is paid.
 
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And as it is for spring flowers, so it is for us.”
 
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― Daniel Abraham, The Price of Spring
 
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::::: “In the depth of winter, I finally learned that within me there lay an invincible summer.”
 
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:::::― Albert Camus
 
  
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::“Winter is the time for comfort, for good food and warmth, for the touch of a friendly hand and for a talk beside the fire: it is the time for home.”
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::― Edith Sitwell
  
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:::::::::::::“Winter is not a season, it's an occupation.”
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“But then fall comes, kicking summer out on its treacherous ass as it always does one day sometime after the midpoint of September, it stays awhile like an old friend that you have missed. It settles in the way an old friend will settle into your favorite chair and take out his pipe and light it and then fill the afternoon with stories of places he has been and things he has done since last he saw you.”
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:::::::::::::― Sinclair Lewis
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― Stephen King, 'Salem's Lot
 
  
  
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:::::“I wonder if the snow loves the trees and fields, that it kisses them so gently? And then it covers them up snug, you know, with a white quilt; and perhaps it says "Go to sleep, darlings, till the summer comes again.”
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:“The season was waning fast
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:::::― Lewis Carroll, Alice's Adventures in Wonderland & Through the Looking-Glass
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:Our nights were growing cold at last
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:I took her to bed with silk and song,
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:'Lay still, my love, I won’t be long;
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:I must prepare my body for passion.'
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:'O, your body you give, but all else you ration.'
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:'It is because of these dreams of a sylvan scene:
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:A bleeding nymph to leave me serene...
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:I have dreams of a trembling wench.'
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:'You have dreams,' she said, 'that cannot be quenched.'
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:'Our passion,' said I, 'should never be feared;
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:As our longing for love can never be cured.
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:Our want is our way and our way is our will,
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:We have the love, my love, that no one can kill.'
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:'If night is your love, then in dreams you’ll fulfill...
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:This love, our love, that no one can kill.'
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:Yet want is my way, and my way is my will,
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:Thus I killed my love with a sleeping pill.”
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:― Roman Payne

Latest revision as of 08:08, 12 December 2012

“That time of year thou mayst in me behold
When yellow leaves, or none, or few, do hang
Upon those boughs which shake against the cold,
Bare ruin'd choirs, where late the sweet birds sang.
In me thou seest the twilight of such day
As after sunset fadeth in the west,
Which by and by black night doth take away,
Death's second self, that seals up all in rest.
In me thou see'st the glowing of such fire
That on the ashes of his youth doth lie,
As the death-bed whereon it must expire
Consumed with that which it was nourish'd by.
This thou perceivest, which makes thy love more strong,
To love that well which thou must leave ere long.”
― William Shakespeare


“Winter is the time for comfort, for good food and warmth, for the touch of a friendly hand and for a talk beside the fire: it is the time for home.”
― Edith Sitwell

Seasons2.jpg

“Winter is not a season, it's an occupation.”
― Sinclair Lewis


“The season was waning fast
Our nights were growing cold at last
I took her to bed with silk and song,
'Lay still, my love, I won’t be long;
I must prepare my body for passion.'
'O, your body you give, but all else you ration.'
'It is because of these dreams of a sylvan scene:
A bleeding nymph to leave me serene...
I have dreams of a trembling wench.'
'You have dreams,' she said, 'that cannot be quenched.'
'Our passion,' said I, 'should never be feared;
As our longing for love can never be cured.
Our want is our way and our way is our will,
We have the love, my love, that no one can kill.'
'If night is your love, then in dreams you’ll fulfill...
This love, our love, that no one can kill.'
Yet want is my way, and my way is my will,
Thus I killed my love with a sleeping pill.”
― Roman Payne
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