“As I accepted the change of the golden hair of my childhood to the reddish-brown hair of my youth without regret, so I also accept my silver hair-and I am ready to accept the time when my hair and the rest of my clay garment returns to the dust from which it came, while my spirit goes on to freer living. It is the season for my hair to be silver, and each season has its lessons to teach. Each season of life is wonderful if you have learned the lessons of the season before. It is only when you go on with lessons unlearned that you wish for a return.” IfsLife IsSpiritWishAcceptingTeachWonderfulChildhoodYouthReadyRegretHairGoes OnReturnLessonsSeasonsAgingAcceptedGoldenDustBrownSilverClayGarmentsSeasons Of LifeBrown HairGolden HairLife Is Wonderful Author:Peace Pilgrim
“I come from down south, where vegetation does not know its place. Honeysuckle can work through cracks in your walls and strangle you while you sleep. Kudzu can completely shroud a house and a car parked in the yard in one growing season. Wisteria can lift a building off its foundation, and certain terrifying mints spread so rapidly that just the thought of them on a summer night can make your hair stand on end.” KnowsDoeEndsNightCertainHouseSleepGrowingCarBuildingHairWallSummerSeasonsFoundationSouthSpreadLiftsCracksYardsMintShroudsVegetationSummer NightsYour WallWisteria Author:Bailey White
“The foliage has been losing its freshness through the month of August, and here and there a yellow leaf shows itself like the first gray hair amidst the locks of a beauty who has seen one season too many.” FirstsHas BeensShowsFallHairMonthsLosingSeasonsAutumnGrayYellowLocksSeptemberLeafsHere And ThereAugustFreshnessFall AutumnFall SeasonGray HairAutumn SeasonFoliageAutumn InspirationalSummer To FallYellow Leaves Author:Oliver Wendell Holmes, Jr.
“I used to love to come to the ballpark. Now I hate it. Every day becomes a little tougher because of all this. Writers, tape recorders, microphones, cameras, questions and more questions. Roger Maris lost his hair the season he hit sixty-one. I still have all my hair, but when it's over, I'm going home to Mobile and fish for a long time.” LittlesLongStillsHomeUsedHateLostHairLong TimeSeasonsI HateCamerasFishesTapeSixtyMobileRogerMicrophonesGoing HomeRecordersUsed To LoveBallparks Author:Hank Aaron
“I had a great fashion season in September so I told my agent that I would really like to walk the 2015 Victoria's Secret fashion show whilst rocking my short Afro hair.” ShowsWalksSecretFashionHairSeasonsAgentsSeptemberVictoriaAfrosFashion ShowGreat FashionVictoria's Secret Author:Maria Borges
“Darwin found out that when you took horses up to the high country in the Middle East, they would then grow long hair after a season or two. But when you took them - these long-haired horses - back into the low, hot country, they wouldn't get rid of the long hair, just in case, for about four generations.” LongTwoCountryFoundGrowsCasesFourGenerationsMiddleHairLowsSeasonsHorseHotEastMiddle EastLong HairFour Generations Author:L. Ron Hubbard
“How I will cherish you then, you grief-torn nights! Had I only received you, inconsolable sisters, on more abject knees, only buried myself with more abandon in your loosened hair. How we waste our afflictions! We study them, stare out beyond them into bleak continuance, hoping to glimpse some end. Whereas they're really our wintering foliage, our dark greens of meaning, one of the seasons of the clandestine year -- ; not only a season --: they're site, settlement, shelter, soil, abode.” YearsEndsNightDarkGriefStudyHairWasteSeasonsStaringKneesSoilAbandonCherishBuriedShelterSiteAfflictionTornGlimpseSettlementBleakAbodeContinuanceFoliageClandestine Book:Rilke and Andreas-Salomé: A Love Story in Letters Source: Rilke and Andreas-Salomé: A Love Story in Letters