Andy Goldsworthy Quotes

For me, the end of childhood came when the number of candles on my birthday cake no longer reflected my age, around 19 or 20. From then on, each candle came to represent an entire decade.

Every year on your birthday, you get a chance to start new.

But I do feel a little teeny right now that I'm just about ready to start, and winter is entering. Half past autumn has arrived.

You are graduating from college. That means that this is the first day of the last day of your life. No, that's wrong. This is the last day of the first day of school. Nope, that's worse. This is a day.

Commencement Day has a sobering finality in that it's the end of the prescribed path.

Graduation is not the conclusion of an achievement but simply the ending of one chapter and the beginning of another chapter

This is the solstice, the still point of the sun, its cusp and midnight, the year's threshold and unlocking, where the past lets go of and becomes the future; the place of caught breath.

We loiter in winter while it is already spring.

One door closes and another one opens.

The feeling is less like an ending than just another starting point.

Change is a measure of time and, in the autumn, time seems speeded up. What was is not and never again will be; what is is change.

Winter isn't forever. Winter is always followed by spring. And it's how to take advantage of whatever season you're in.

Summer passes into autumn in some unimaginable point of time, like the turning of a leaf.

Old April wanes, and her last dewy morn Her death-bed steeps in tears; to hail the May New blooming blossoms neath the sun are born, And all poor April's charms are swept away.

The change from storm and winter to serene and mild weather, from dark and sluggish hours to bright and elastic ones, is a memorable crisis which all things proclaim. It is seemingly instantaneous at last.

In my limited realm of experience, beginnings led to endings.

It is a hopeless endeavour to unite the contrarieties of spring and winter; it is unjust to claim the privileges of age, and retain the play-things of childhood.

Everything is going to change.

[T]hat old September feeling, left over from school days, of summer passing, vacation nearly done, obligations gathering, books and football in the air ... Another fall, another turned page: there was something of jubilee in that annual autumnal beginning, as if last year's mistakes had been wiped clean by summer.

A new year can begin only because the old year ends.

It's just the end of some things. And the beginning of others.

October is the fallen leaf, but it is also a wider horizon more clearly seen.

Life is made up of a series of moments, each one a journey to the end.

Both of us were quiet with the recognition that something was ending, and something was beginning.