With Labor Day coming tomorrow, Weekend Words waves a regretful farewell to the last waves of summer.
“Like as the waves make towards the pebbled shore,
So do our minutes, hasten to their end.”
—William Shakespeare, Sonnet 60
“Someday, after mastering the winds, the waves, the tides and gravity, we shall harness for God the energies of love, and then, for a second time in the history of the world, man will have discovered fire.”
—Pierre Teilhard de Chardin
“Be like the promotory against which the waves continually break, but it stands firm and tames the fury of the water around it.”
“People travel to wonder at the height of the mountains, at the huge waves of the seas, at the long course of the rivers, at the vast compass of the ocean, at the circular motion of the stars, and yet they pass by themselves without wondering.”
“And then, the unspeakable purity – and freshness of the air! There was just enough heat to enhance the value of the breeze, and just enough wind to keep the whole sea in motion, to make the waves come bounding to the shore, foaming and sparkling, as if wild with glee.”
—Anne Bronte, Agnes Grey
“As long as you don’t make waves, ripples, life seems easy. But that’s condemning yourself to impotence and death before you are dead.”
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