Henry Ward Beecher Quotes About Summer

• The sun does not shine for a few trees and flowers, but for the wide world's joy.

  Henry Ward Beecher

  Love, Positive, Summer

  Henry Ward Beecher (1871). “Lectures to young men, on various important subjects”, p.296

• A world without a Sabbath would be like a man without a smile, like summer without flowers, and like a homestead without a garden. It is the most joyous day of the week.

  Henry Ward Beecher

  Summer, Flower, Men

  Henry Ward Beecher (1866). “Royal Truths”, p.251

• Memory can glean, but can never renew. It brings us joys faint as is the perfume of the flowers, faded and dried, of the summer that is gone.

  Henry Ward Beecher

  Summer, Memories, Flower

  Henry Ward Beecher (1858). “Life Thoughts”, p.27

• There is a temperate zone in the mind, between luxurious indolence and exacting work; and it is to this region, just between laziness and labor, that summer reading belongs.

  Henry Ward Beecher

  Summer, Reading, Mind

  Henry Ward Beecher (1862). “Eyes and Ears”, p.190

• The aster has not wasted spring and summer because it has not blossomed. It has been all the time preparing for what is to follow, and in autumn it is the glory of the field, and only the frost lays it low. So there are many people who must live forty or fifty years, and have the crude sap of their natural dispositions changed and sweetened before the blossoming time can come; but their lives have not been wasted.

  Henry Ward Beecher

  Summer, Spring, Autumn

  Henry Ward Beecher (1858). “Life Thoughts”, p.73

• A man who cannot get angry is like a stream that cannot overflow, that is always turbid. Sometimes indignation is as good as a thunderstorm in summer, clearing and cooling the air.

  Henry Ward Beecher

  Summer, Anger, Men

• Earthly love is a brief and penurious stream, which only flows in spring, with a long summer drought. The change from a burning desert, treeless, springless, drear, to green fields and blooming orchards in June, is slight in comparison with that from the desert of this world's affection to the garden of God, where there is perpetual, tropical luxuriance of blessed love.

  Henry Ward Beecher

  Love, Summer, Spring

  Henry Ward Beecher (1858). “Life Thoughts”, p.24

• There can be no barrenness in full summer. The very sand will yield something. Rocks will have mosses, and every rift will have its wind-flower, and every crevice a leaf; while from the fertile soil will be reared a gorgeous troop of growths, that will carry their life in ten thousand forms, but all with praise to God. And so it is when the soul knows its summer. Love redeems its weakness, clothes its barrenness, enriches its poverty, and makes its very desert to bud and blossom as the rose.

  Henry Ward Beecher

  Love, Summer, Flower

• What profusion is there in His work! When trees blossom there is not a single breastpin, but a whole bosom full of gems; and of leaves they have so many suits that they can throw them away to the winds all summer long. What unnumbered cathedrals has He reared in the forest shades, vast and grand, full of curious carvings, and haunted evermore by tremulous music; and in the heavens above, how do stars seem to have flown out of His hand faster than sparks out of a mighty forge!

  Henry Ward Beecher

  Summer, Nature, Stars

  Henry Ward Beecher (1858). “Life Thoughts”, p.59

• I know it is more agreeable to walk upon carpets than to lie upon dungeon floors, I know it is pleasant to have all the comforts and luxuries of civilization; but he who cares only for these things is worth no more than a butterfly, contented and thoughtless, upon a morning flower; and who ever thought of rearing a tombstone to a last summer's butterfly?

  Henry Ward Beecher

  Summer, Morning, Tombstone

  Henry Ward Beecher (1858). “Life Thoughts”, p.98

• We have the promises of God as thick as daisies in summer meadows, that death, which men most fear, shall be to us the most blessed of experiences, if we trust in him. Death is unclasping; joy, breaking out in the desert; the heart, come to its blossoming time! Do we call it dying when the bud bursts into flower?

  Henry Ward Beecher

  Death, Summer, Flower

  Henry Ward Beecher (1858). “Life Thoughts”, p.37

• What if the leaves were to fall a-weeping, and say, "It will be so painful for us to be pulled from our stalks, when autumn comes?" Foolish fear! Summer goes, and autumn succeeds. The glory of death is upon the leaves; and the gentlest breeze that blows takes them softly and silently from the bough, and they float slowly down, like fiery sparks, upon the moss.

  Henry Ward Beecher

  Summer, Fall, Autumn

  Henry Ward Beecher (1858). “Life Thoughts”, p.110

• At the bottom of every leaf-stem is a cradle, and in it is an infant germ; the winds will rock it, the birds will sing to it all summer long, but the next season it will unfold and go alone.

  Henry Ward Beecher

  Summer, Song, Rocks

  Henry Ward Beecher, William Drysdale (1887). “Proverbs from Plymouth Pulpit”

• Love, in this world, is like a seed taken from the tropics, and planted where the winter comes too soon; and it cannot spread itself in flower-clusters and wide-twining vines, so that the whole air is filled with the perfume thereof. But there is to be another summer for it yet. Care for the root now, and God will care for the top by and by.

  Henry Ward Beecher

  Love, Summer, Flower

  Henry Ward Beecher (1858). “Life Thoughts”, p.43

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