Quotes from Terri Guillemets

A scar is a moment of your life preserved like the imprint of a pressed flower in a scrapbook.

Most of our scars are internal.

winter sneaks up on me before summer ends in my heart the spring blossoms arrive when my mind is still snowed in

Winter's modest, muted sermon is— be patient and have faith. Springtime speaks lively green and spirited— love and grow and rejoice! Summer sings its blue-sky, simple lesson— life is good, let's play! Autumn's thankful, orange-red voice says— harvest, reflect, prepare.

the vibrant green-yellow-pink blossom-life of spring the watery-blue radiant sunshine-breath of summer the metallic-earth-toned glowing-decay of autumn the grey-white holly-festive slow-motion of winter

Shedding late-summer tears for the end of cherry season. Patiently and hopefully waiting for pumpkin pie season.

autumn strolls, winter slithers spring skips, summer swims

in a winter fireplace burns the fantasy of spring — wildflowers flaming across a lush wooded landscape

late winter and early spring blend and blur in pleasant days and chilly nights penetrating sun and gentle cool breezes with stirrings of life, subtle and green — mornings that light ever earlier rouse us, but sunsets that still come in evening's youth lull

The sun shines different ways in summer and winter. And we shine differently in the seasons of our lives.

summer leads into autumn autumn leafs into winter winter leans into spring spring leaps into summer

Spring and summer come with a lush layer of foliage over reality, but when things start falling away in the autumn and get bare and stark in the winter we're forced to look at things more as they really are, including ourselves.

The cold dull glow of winter warms to the colorful brilliance of springtime.

Forecast for the Seasons spring — giddy and warm summer — happy and hot autumn — serene and chilly winter — blessed and freezing

Spring is a lover Summer, a partier Autumn, an artist Winter, a philosopher

If spring betrays summer, would autumn never arrive?

Seasons depart peripherally.

The elation of flying is worth the pain of sprouting wings.

We're all just stardust with a personality.

At a certain point, some of us just sit down and watch the rest of our lives go by. Don't let it happen to you!

Specks of universe in my soul, flurries of God in my head. Heart ticks away, doing its job— whispering poetry all the while. Enlightenment flickers subtly from old gray half-burnt wicks.

Hear ye, intruders! Beware of guard dreams.

Decorate yourself from the inside out.

the thunder is in our veins the lightning in our very souls