“Spring is on the way; summer is on the way; storms are on the way; wars are on the way; sorrow and happiness are on the way; they are all on the way, they are coming! Everything is on the way! Life is a highway; while we are moving on the way, all else is coming towards us! Devil is on the way; angel is on the way! Stay firm on the way!” WayWarMovingLife IsSorrowSummerSpringDevilAngelPerseveranceStormFirmHighwaysSorrow And Happiness Author:Mehmet Murat Ildan
“A ship's engine far away on the water expands the summer-night horizon. Both joy and sorrow swell in the dew's magnifying glass. Without really knowing, we divine; our life has a sister ship, following quietly another route. While the sun blazes behind the islands.” JoyNightWaterBehindsSunKnowingOur LivesDivineSorrowSummerGlassesFollowingShipsIslandsHorizonEnginesFar AwayRoutesDewJoys And SorrowsMagnifyingSummer NightsMagnifying Glass Author:Tomas Transtromer
“O brief, bright smile of summer! O days divine and dear The voices of winter's sorrow Already we can hear. And we know that the frosts will find us, And the smiling skies grow rude, While we look in the face of Beauty, And worship her every mood.” KnowsLooksFacesGrowsVoiceSkyDivineSorrowSummerWorshipWinterDearMoodRudeFrostBright Smiles Author:Celia Thaxter
“'Tis now the summer of your youth: time has not cropped the roses from your cheek, though sorrow long has washed them.” LongYouthSorrowSummerRoseCheeksJuly Author:George Edward Moore
“Balm of the summer night, balm of the ordinary, imperial joy and sorrow of human existence, the dreamed as well as the lived— what could be dearer than this, given the closeness of death?” HumansWellsJoyNightGivenExistenceSorrowSummerOrdinaryHuman ExistenceClosenessJoys And SorrowsSummer Nights Author:Louise Glück
“Lastly, she pictured to herself how this same little sister of hers would, in the after-time, be herself a grown woman; and how she would keep, through all her riper years, the simple and loving heart of her childhood: and how she would gather about her other little children, and make their eyes bright and eager with many a strange tale, perhaps even with the dream of Wonderland of long ago: and how she would feel with all their simple sorrows, and find a pleasure in all their simple joys, remembering her own child-life, and the happy summer days.” FeelsYearsHeartChildrenLittlesLongDreamEyeRememberJoySimplePleasureChildhoodStrangeSorrowSummerTalesLong AgoLoving LifeWonderlandLittle SisterSummer DaysHappy SummerSimple JoysRemembering HerGrown Women Book:Alice's Adventures in Wonderland and Through the Looking Glass Source: Alice's Adventures in Wonderland and Through the Looking Glass
“Those bitter sorrows of childhood!-- when sorrow is all new and strange, when hope has not yet got wings to fly beyond the days and weeks, and the space from summer to summer seems measureless.” SeemsSpaceWeekChildhoodStrangeSorrowSummerWingsBitterWings To Fly Book:Marian Evans in the Twenty First Century Source: Marian Evans in the Twenty First Century
“And there you are on the shore, fitful and thoughtful, trying to attach them to an idea — some news of your own life. But the lilies are slippery and wild—they are devoid of meaning, they are simply doing, from the deepest spurs of their being, what they are impelled to do every summer. And so, dear sorrow, are you.” TryingIdeasSorrowSummerNewsDearThoughtfulShoreLiliesSpursSlippery Author:Mary Oliver
“I envy not in any moods The captive void of noble rage, The linnet born within the cage, That never knew the summer woods: I envy not the beast that takes His license in the field of time, Unfetter’d by the sense of crime, To whom a conscience never wakes; Nor, what may count itself as blest, The heart that never plighted troth But stagnates in the weeds of sloth; Nor any want-begotten rest. I hold it true, whate’er befall; I feel it, when I sorrow most; ‘Tis better to have loved and lost Than never to have loved at all.” WantFeelsHeartMayLostBornCrimeFieldsSorrowSummerConscienceWoodsEnvyNobleRageMoodBeastWeedVoidCagesLicenseSlothCaptivesLoved And Lost Author:Alfred Lord Tennyson
“I like spring, but it is too young. I like summer, but it is too proud. So I like best of all autumn, because its leaves are a little yellow, its tone mellower, its colours richer, and it is tinged a little with sorrow and a premonition of death. Its golden richness speaks not of the innocence of spring, nor of the power of summer, but of the mellowness and kindly wisdom of approaching age. It knows the limitations of life and is content.” KnowsLittlesAgeYoungSpeakColorProudSorrowSummerSpringGoldenLimitationInnocenceToneAutumnRichness Author:Lin Yutang
“Rejoice as summer should...chase away sorrows by living.” ShouldSorrowSummerRejoice Author:Melissa Marr
“To a Mistress Dying Lover. YOUR beauty, ripe and calm and fresh As eastern summers are, Must now, forsaking time and flesh, Add light to some small star. Philosopher. Whilst she yet lives, were stars decay'd, Their light by hers relief might find; But Death will lead her to a shade Where Love is cold and Beauty blind. Lover. Lovers, whose priests all poets are, Think every mistress, when she dies, Is changed at least into a star: And who dares doubt the poet wise? Philosopher. But ask not bodies doom'd to die To what abode they go; Since Knowledge is but Sorrow's spy, It is not safe to know.” ThinkingKnowsLifeBodyLightMightDiesAsksStarsLove IsDoubtWiseDyingChangedPoetColdLoversSorrowSafeSummerBlindAddCalmPhilosopherDareFleshReliefPriestsShadeDecayEasternSpyDoomMistressRipeAbode Author:William Davenant