A Quote by Renee Hogan on anger, garden, losing, love, plants, pleasure, rest, seasons, and world

One can get lost in their garden and the rest of the world ceases to exist, if only for a while. Anger disipates with every shovel of dirt moved, pleasure is found in the simplest forms, excitement is felt as each tiny plant matures and then triumph with the harvest of the first tomato of the season. The love of gardening never goes away. Even if someone is unable to garden themselves, they enjoy the gardens of others.

Renee Hogan

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A Quote by Reverend Sidney Strong on age, good, hatred, jealousy, life, memory, past, people, and seasons

But all old people are not good. Some are reaping the harvest of iniquity. The passions have never been chained. Jealousy and hatred have grown stronger with the declining years, when old age is a season of lamentations. Past memories rise up to shake their bony fingers and mock. Life goes out in the midst of clouds and lightnings.

Reverend Sidney Strong

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A Quote by Reginald Horace Blyth on books, organize, and seasons

Regarding R. H. Blyth: The first book in English based on the saijiki is R. H. Blyth's Haiku, published in four volumes from 1949 to 1952. After the first, background volume, the remaining three consist of a collection of Japanese haiku with translations, all organized by season, and within the seasons by traditional categories and about three hundred seasonal topics.

Reginald Horace Blyth (1898 - 1964)

Source: William J. Higginson, The Haiku Seasons, 1996, p. 119 [saijiki]

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A Quote by Reginald Horace Blyth on brevity, experience, feeling, literature, nature, quality, rest, seasons, and world

It is not merely the brevity by which the haiku isolates a particular group of phenomena from all the rest; nor its suggestiveness, through which it reveals a whole world of experience. It is not only in its remarkable use of the season word, by which it gives us a feeling of a quarter of the year; nor its faint all-pervading humour. Its peculiar quality is its self-effacing, self-annihilative nature, by which it enables us, more than any other form of literature, to grasp the thing-in-itself.

Reginald Horace Blyth (1898 - 1964)

Source: Zen Quotes — Haiku, Volume 4, p. 980.

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A Quote by Red Auerbach on basketball, coaching, history, seasons, and winning

When players are used to winning, they put out a little more. Basketball 3rd winningest coach (regular season and playoffs) in NBA history; won 1,037 times in 20 years;

Red Auerbach (1917 -)

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A Quote by Phineas Taylor Barnum on justice, seasons, and work

Whatever you do, do it with all your might. Work at it, early and late, in season and out of season, not leaving a stone unturned, and never deferring for a single hour that which can be done just as well as now.

P.T. Barnum (1810 - 91)

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A Quote by Pearl S. Buck on heart, praise, and seasons

Praise out of season, or tactlessly bestowed, can freeze the heart as much as blame.

Pearl S. Buck (1892 - 1973)

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A Quote by Patricia Hampl on beauty, day, pride, religion, and seasons

The cold was our pride, the snow was our beauty. It fell and fell, lacing day and night together in a milky haze, making everything quieter as it fell, so that winter seemed to partake of religion in a way no other season did, hushed, solemn.

Patricia Hampl

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A Quote by Oliver Wendell Holmes on art, heaven, life, past, seasons, and soul

Build thee more stately mansions, O my soul, As the swift seasons roll! Leave thy low-vaulted past! Let each new temple, nobler than the last, Shut thee from heaven with a dome more vast, Till thou at length art free, Leaving thine outgrown shell by life's unresting sea!

Oliver Wendell Holmes (1809 - 1894)

Source: The Chambered Nautilus.

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A Quote by Nikos Kazantzakis on heart, joy, mind, paradise, and seasons

To cleave that sea [the Aegean] in the gentle autumnal season, murmuring the name of each islet, is to my mind the joy most apt to transport the heart of man into paradise.

Nikos Kazantzakis (1883 - 1957)

Source: Zorba the Greek, 1946, ch. 2

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