Not wanting to know much about getting old (I don’t mean older, I mean old: late seventies, eighties, beyond) is probably a human survival characteristic. What’s the use of knowing anything about it ahead of time? You’ll find out enough when you get there.
~ Ursula K. LeGuin, No Time to Spare
Each solstice is a domain of experience unto itself. At the summer solstice, all is green and growing, potential coming into being, the miracle of manifestation painted large on the canvas of awareness.
~ Gary Zuka
We part at the crossroads,
You leave with your joys and problems,
I with mine. Alone, I look down the road.
Each one must walk one’s own path.
~ Deng Ming-Dao, 365 Tao
But who wants to be foretold the weather? It is bad enough when it comes, without our having the misery of knowing about it beforehand.
~ Jerome K. Jerome, Three Men in a Boat