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
