Celia Thaxter

Born: June 29, 1835

Die: August 25, 1894

Occupation: Writer

Quotes of Celia Thaxter

Celia Thaxter

When the snow is still blowing against the window-pane in January and February and the wild winds are howling without, what pleasure it is to plan for summer that is to be.

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Celia Thaxter

Peacefully The quiet stars came out, one after one; The holy twilight fell upon the sea, The summer day was done.

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Celia Thaxter

This very act of planting a seed in the earth has in it to me something beautiful. I always do it with a joy that is largely mixed with awe.

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Celia Thaxter

There shall be an eternal summer in the grateful heart.

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As the days go on toward July, the earth becomes dry and all the flowers begin to thirst for moisture. Then from the hillside, some warm, still evening, the sweet rain-song of the robin echoes clear,...

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Celia Thaxter

Sad soul, take comfort, nor forget That sunrise never failed us yet.

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Celia Thaxter

One golden day redeems a weary year

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So deeply is the gardener's instinct implanted in my soul, I really love the tools with which I work; the iron fork, the spade, the hoe, the rake, the trowel, and the watering pot are pleasant objects...

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Ever since I could remember anything, flowers have been like dear friends to me, comforters, inspirers, powers to uplift and to cheer.

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Celia Thaxter

It seems to me the worst of all the plagues is the slug, the snail without a shell. He is beyond description repulsive, a mass of sooty, shapeless slime, and he devours everything.

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Soon will set in the fitful weather, with fierce gales and sullen skies and frosty air, and it will be time to tuck up safely my roses and lillies and the rest for their winter sleep beneath the snow,...

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Celia Thaxter

When in the fresh mornings I go into my garden before anyone is awake, I go for the time being into perfect happiness.

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Celia Thaxter

He who is born with a silver spoon in his mouth is generally considered a fortunate person, but his good fortune is small compared to that of the happy mortal who enters this world with a passion for flowers...

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Celia Thaxter

As I hold the flower in my hand and think of trying to describe it, I realize how poor a creature I am, how impotent are words in the presence of such perfection.

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Once more their weird laughter of the loons comes to my ear, the distance lends it a musical, melancholy sound. For a dangerous ledge off the lighthouse island floats in on the still air the gentle trolling...

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Celia Thaxter

Like the musician, the painter, the poet, and the rest, the true lover of flowers is born, not made. And he is born to happiness in this vale of tears, to a certain amount of the purest joy that earth...

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Celia Thaxter

Look to the East, where up the lucid sky; the morning climbs! The day shall yet be fair.

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Celia Thaxter

As I work among my flowers, I find myself talking to them, reasoning and remonstrating with them, and adoring them as if they were human beings. Much laughter I provoke among my friends by so doing, but...

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Celia Thaxter

To stand by the beds at sunrise and see the flowers awake is a heavenly delight.

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Early in April, as I was vigorously hoeing in a corner, I unearthed a huge toad, to my perfect delight and satisfaction; he had lived all winter, he had doubtless fed on slugs all the autumn. I could have...

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Celia Thaxter

I am fully and intensely aware that plants are conscious of love and respond to it as they do to nothing else.

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Celia Thaxter

Of all the wonderful things in the wonderful universe of God, nothing seems to me more surprising than the planting of a seed in the blank earth and the result thereof. Take that Poppy seed, for instance:...

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Celia Thaxter

It is curious that the leaf should so love the light and the root so hate it.

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“Don't cry because it's over, smile because it happened.”

― Dr. Seuss