Hal Borland Quotes

If Winter comes, can Spring be far behind?

You can cut all the flowers but you cannot keep spring from coming.

No sun outlasts its sunset, but will rise again and bring the dawn.

Don't despair too much if you see beautiful things destroyed, if you see them perish. Because the best things are always growing in secret.

Quite the opposite. I might fall on my face, but I feel born again.

That is one good thing about this world... there are always sure to be more springs.

Everything can change. You can always have hope.

There's an old saying, this too shall pass, and change is good.

I can be almost terminally grief-stricken because things are so dire, but at the same time, there's a real lightheartedness about just the recoverability of life, of how things change, how they're not the same, ever again.

The world goes up and the world goes down, the sunshine follows the rain; and yesterday's sneer and yesterday's frown can never come over again.

Never think you've seen the last of anything.

The past is lying in flames. The future will rise from the flames within our hearts.

Things are constantly in flux and changing, and as crazy-making as that can be, it's also the thing that can get you through tough times - 'Well, things change.'

Do not grieve over any joy that has gone forever, for it will return to you in another form, know that for sure.

No Winter lasts forever, no Spring skips its turn. April is a promise that May is bound to keep, and we know it.

..the fields might fall to fallow and the birds might stop their song awhile; the growing things might die and lie in silence under snow, while through it all the cold sea wore its face of storms and death and sunken hopes...and yet unseen beneath the waves a warmer current ran that, in its time, would bring the spring.

What is plucked will grow again, What is slain lives on, What is stolen will remain-- What is gone is gone.

I say to myself, sometimes the tide is just out. But it always comes back in again.

All human life has its seasons and cycles, and no one's personal chaos can be permanent. Winter, after all, gives way to spring and summer, though sometimes when branches stay dark and the earth cracks with ice, one thinks they will never come, that spring, and that summer, but they do, and always.

No matter how difficult the situation is, it won't last forever. What follows the night is the day. What follows the winter is the spring.

In my own life, as winters turn into spring, I find it not only hard to cope with mud but also hard to credit the small harbingers of larger life to come, hard to hope until the outcome is secure. Spring teaches me to look more carefully for the green stems of possibility; for the intuitive hunch that may turn into a larger insight, for the glance or touch that may thaw a frozen relationship, for the stranger's act of kindness that makes the world seem hospitable again.

Time will pass and seasons will come and go.

I have hope in people, in individuals. Because you don't know what's going to rise from the ruins.

Our goal is not simply to reconstruct the Japan that existed before March 11, 2011, but to build a new Japan. We are determined to overcome this historic challenge.

What the caterpillar calls the end of the world the master calls a butterfly.