This is the divine moment when we can hold the fairest blossom of spring in one hand and the sweetest flowers of early summer in the other. — Patience Strong Copy Share Image
The trees change their voices in autumn as well as their shapes. No longer do they whisper to one another in muffled tones as they did in summer; they talk in a different leaf-language now. The wind moves through the boughs like fingers drawn across the strings of a harp filling the air with the harsh dry sound of sapless… — Patience Strong Copy Share
I welcome the autumnal chill in the air. There is a stimulation about it. Life moves to a different rhythm. There is a sense… — Patience Strong Copy Share Image
Forget the times of trouble, but not the truths they taught. Forget the days of sorrow, but not the strength they brought. Forget the… — Patience Strong Copy Share Image
Winter sunshine is a fairy wand touching everything with a strange magic. It is like the smile of a friend in time of sorrow. — Patience Strong Copy Share Image
Happy is the person who can keep a quiet heart, in the chaos and tumult of this modern world. — Patience Strong Copy Share Image
Every noble achievement is a dream before it is a reality just as the oak is an acorn before it is a tree. — Patience Strong Copy Share Image
I thought I had finished with romantic adventures, but half-way through life and well past the age for losing one's heart, I was suddenly… — Patience Strong Copy Share Image
Success and failure, triumph and disaster. That is the rhythm of life in the garden. — Patience Strong Copy Share Image
in February there is everything to hope for and nothing to regret. — Patience Strong Copy Share Image
