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“For us there is only one season, the season of sorrow.”
Prolonged grief can make ordinary changes of season feel irrelevant because sorrow becomes the dominant measure of time and experience.
Source note: De Profundis, public-domain 1913 Methuen text; Wilde writes from prison about suffering, memory, humiliation, and the changed experience of time.
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“In a world where all is fleeting, change alone endures.”
Stability is temporary, so practical judgment requires expecting change rather than treating present arrangements as permanent.
Source note: Counsels and Maxims, T. Bailey Saunders translation, in a discussion of fortune and apparent stability.
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“To every thing there is a season, and a time to every purpose under the heaven.”
The verse places change inside a larger rhythm of seasons and purposes, making it useful for thinking about acceptance when one phase of life gives way to another.
Source note: Ecclesiastes 3:1 in the King James Version, opening the sequence of contrasting times and seasons.
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“For life goes not backward nor tarries with yesterday.”
Life continues forward despite attachment to what has already happened, so care for the past cannot make the present remain there.
Source note: The Prophet, “On Children”; Gibran contrasts parents’ memory of yesterday with children belonging to a life that moves forward.
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“Demand not that events should happen as you wish; but wish them to happen as they do happen, and you will go on well.”
Peace is sought by aligning desire with reality rather than requiring reality to obey preference, a central Stoic distinction between response and circumstance.
Source note: Enchiridion, section 8; Epictetus applies Stoic acceptance to events outside personal control.
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“Suffering is one very long moment.”
Severe suffering can collapse ordinary time into one continuous experience, making individual days feel less distinct than the pain that joins them.
Source note: De Profundis, public-domain 1913 Methuen text; the sentence appears in Wilde’s description of prison time and the apparent sameness of suffering.