Margaret Elizabeth Sangster Quotes

With the coming of spring, I am calm again.

After a storm comes a calm.

Man does find in Nature deliverance from himself, oblivion of his past, with peace and purity!

I feel I've lived so long, and went through so much, that all I want is calm and rest.

The beautiful spring came; and when Nature resumes her loveliness, the human soul is apt to revive also.

Sleep after toil, port after stormy seas, Ease after war, death after life does greatly please.

All spiritual things must have in them a childlike quality. The belief in immortality rests not very much on the hope of going on. Few of us want to do that, but we would like very much to begin again.

Spring drew on... and a greenness grew over those brown beds, which, freshening daily, suggested the thought that hope traversed them at night and left each morning brighter traces of her steps.

Spring is come home with her world-wandering feet, And all things are made young with your desires.

And our problems will crumble apart, the soul / blow through like a wind, and here where we live will all be clean again, with fresh bread on the table.

It is the place of renewal and of safety, where for a little while there will be no harm or attack and, while every sense is nourished, the soul rests.

Sleep, rest of nature, O sleep, most gentle of the divinities, peace of the soul, thou at whose presence care disappears, who soothest hearts wearied with daily employments, and makest them strong again for labour!

Lord of the springtime, Father of flower, field and fruit, smile on us in these earnest days when the work is heavy and the toil wearisome; lift up our hearts, O God, to the things worthwhile-sunshine and night, the dripping rain, the song of the birds, books and music, and the voices of our friends. Lift up our hearts to these this night and grant us Thy peace. Amen.

Nothing reminds us of an awakening more than rain.

Life is in short cycles or periods; we are quickly tired, but we have rapid rallies. A man is spent by his work, starved, prostrate; he will not lift his hand to save his life; he can never think more. He sinks into deep sleep and wakes with renewed youth, with hope, courage, fertile in resources, and keen for daring adventure.

. . . the first spring in five free from the rumour of guns across the Channel, a spring anxious to make up for the cold winter, life bursting out after four years of death. All of England raised her face to the sun. . .

I pray daily... for peace.

He wants only to rest and to have a little peace.

Spring is very energising to me.

Easter is very important to me, it's a second chance.

My sun sets to rise again.

I needed to be in the bush. There I find solitude and beauty and purity and focus. That's where my heart lies.

Today a new sun rises for me; everything lives, everything is animated, everything seems to speak to me of my passion, everything invites me to cherish it.

My sun sets to rise again.