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Hal Borland Quotes


A well-known American author.
(1900 - 1978)

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A snowdrift is a beautiful thing - if it doesn't lie across the path you have to shovel or block the road that leads to your destination.
 

A woodland in full color is awesome as a forest fire, in magnitude at least, but a single tree is like a dancing tongue of flame to warm the heart.
[Nature]
 

Ah, summer, what power you have to make us suffer and like it.
 

April is a promise that May is bound to keep.
 

Consider the wheelbarrow. It may lack the grace of an airplane, the speed of an automobile, the initial capacity of a freight car, but its humble wheel marked out the path of what civilization we still have.
 

Each new season grows from the leftovers from the past. That is the essence of change, and change is the basic law.
[Change]
 

For all his learning or sophistication, man still instinctively reaches towards that force beyond. Only arrogance can deny its existence, and the denial falters in the face of evidence on every hand. In every tuft of grass, in every bird, in every opening bud, there it is.
 

Have you ever been out for a late autumn walk in the closing part of the afternoon and suddenly looked up to realize that the leaves have practically all gone? And the sun has set and the day gone before you knew it - and with that a cold wind blows across the landscape? That's retirement.
 

He who travels west travels not only with the sun but with history.
 

Here comes February, a little girl with her first valentine, a red bow in her wind-blown hair, a kiss waiting on her lips, a tantrum just back of her laughter.
 

I have learned to use the word 'impossible' with the greatest caution.
 

If you would know strength and patience, welcome the company of trees.
 

Knowing trees, I understand the meaning of patience. Knowing grass, I can appreciate persistence.
[Nature]
 

Man is wise and constantly in quest of more wisdom; but the ultimate wisdom, which deals with beginnings, remains locked in a seed. There it lies, the simplest fact of the universe and at the same time the one which calls forth faith rather than reason.
 

March is a tomboy with tousled hair, a mischievous smile, mud on her shoes and a laugh in her voice.
 

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

October is the fallen leaf, but it is also a wider horizon more clearly seen. It is the distant hills once more in sight, and the enduring constellations above them once again.
 

Summer ends, and Autumn comes, and he who would have it otherwise would have high tide always and a full moon every night.
 

Summer is a promissory note signed in June, its long days spent and gone before you know it, and due to be repaid next January.
 

The ultimate wisdom which deals with beginnings, remains locked in a seed. There it lies, the simplest fact of the universe and at the same time the one which calls faith rather than reason.
 


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