Anne Bradstreet Quotes

The beauty of winter is that it makes you appreciate spring.

If we had not winter, the spring would not be so pleasant; if we did not sometimes taste of adversity, prosperity would not be so welcome.

If there were no tribulation, there would be no rest; if there were no winter, there would be no summer.

To see a hillside white with dogwood bloom is to know a particular ecstasy of beauty, but to walk the gray Winter woods and find the buds which will resurrect that beauty in another May is to partake of continuity.

How many lessons of faith and beauty we should lose, if there were no winter in our year!

Should you shield the canyons from the windstorms you would never see the true beauty of their carvings.

I grew up with the sea, and poverty for me was sumptuous; then I lost the sea and found all luxuries gray and poverty unbearable.

You'd never be able to appreciate what's good in life if you've never experienced the bad.

Maybe you have to know the darkness before you can appreciate the light.

Generations of men are like the leaves. In winter, winds blow them down to earth, but then, when spring season comes again, the budding wood grows more. And so with men: one generation grows, another dies away.

Spring is a beautiful piece of work; and not to be in the country to see it done is the not realizing what glorious masters we are, and how cheerfully, minutely, and unflaggingly the fair fingers of the season broider the world for us.

The streams, rejoiced that winter's work is done, Talk of to-morrow's cowslips as they run.

One may prefer spring and summer to autumn and winter, but preference is hardly to the point. The earth turns, and we live in the grain of nature, turning with it.

Almond blossom, sent to teach us That the spring days soon will reach us.

Most gladly would I give the blood-stained laurel for the first violet which March brings us, the fragrant pledge of the new-fledged year.

Nature's first green is gold.

What good is the warmth of summer, without the cold of winter to give it sweetness.

There is beauty to be found in the changing of the earth’s seasons, and an inner grace in honouring the cycles of life.

There had to be dark and muddy waters so that the sun could have something to background it's flashing glory.

Every spring I hear the thrush singing in the glowing woods he is only passing through. His voice is deep, then he lifts it until it seems to fall from the sky. I am thrilled. I am grateful. Then, by the end of morning, he's gone, nothing but silence out of the tree where he rested for a night. And this I find acceptable. Not enough is a poor life. But too much is, well, too much. Imagine Verdi or Mahler every day, all day. It would exhaust anyone.

What is joy without sorrow? What is success without failure? What is a win without a loss? What is health without illness? You have to experience each if you are to appreciate the other. There is always going to be suffering. It’s how you look at your suffering, how you deal with it, that will define you.