Peggy Toney Horton Quotes

Ah, September! You are the doorway to the season that awakens my soul... but I must confess that I love you only because you are a prelude to my beloved October.

Each New Year, we have before us a brand new book containing 365 blank pages. Let us fill them with all the forgotten things from last year—the words we forgot to say, the love we forgot to show, and the charity we forgot to offer.

As the old year retires and a new one is born, we commit into the hands of our Creator the happenings of the past year and ask for direction and guidance in the new one. May He grant us His grace, His tranquility and His wisdom!

Ah, Lovely October, as you usher in the season that awakens my soul, your awesome beauty compels my spirit to soar like an leaf caught in an autumn breeze and my heart to sing like a heavenly choir.

The mind can't delete what the heart won't let go of.

What could be more exciting than an October day? It's your birthday, Fourth of July and Christmas all rolled into one.

Surround yourself with people who make you laugh. Laughter is to the soul what sunshine is to a flower.

Ah, how quickly the hands on the clock circle toward the future we thought was far away! And how soon we become our mothers.

As the alluring song of September begins to whisper in my ear, my passionate spirit yearns for the splendor of its promise.

As the year comes to a close, it is a time for reflection – a time to release old thoughts and beliefs and forgive old hurts. Whatever has happened in the past year, the New Year brings fresh beginnings. Exciting new experiences and relationships await. Let us be thankful for the blessings of the past and the promise of the future.

It is very important that we have the capacity to love many different things or people at the same time. Our love should radiate like the sun, warming everything it touches.

Remember sixteen – when all the world was new and a lifetime stretched before you like fresh snow just waiting for your footprints?

Whenever it is a damp, drizzly November in my soul, I shall recall the memory of warm, sunny, late summer afternoons like this one, and be comforted greatly.

Although I was born in April, I’m quite certain I was not fully awake until October~

As the last curtain falls on a spent year, a new year pirouettes to center stage with the elegance and charm of a prima ballerina – and delivers the promise of peace, hope, love and joy.

The human spirit is a magnificent entity. Just when we think we can stand no more, something significant touches our soul... and life goes on.

I love the night! It's not uncommon for me to see the light of a new day before closing my eyes on the old one.

As November’s crisp, rustling leaves surrender to cool autumn breezes and whirl away in all directions, we are reminded that ‘for everything there is a season.

I have learned that I must push the pause button occasionally and retreat into that private place in my soul where it is only me and God!

March is like a mischievous child. It startles, delights and vexes—all in the same day—then, suddenly, with a sunny smile, it declares total innocence.

Do what makes you happy; don't be afraid to color outside the lines.

At Christmastime, whenever I feel overwhelmed and a little out of sorts, all I have to do is think of my father and the things he'd be doing if he were here – and I smile.

My heart swells with emotion each time I recall the sweetness of my youth!

As I drift through the autumn of my life like a fallen leaf blown about by the winds of time, I sometimes ponder my destiny.

Happiness is a butterfly that often eludes your grasp, then suddenly alights on your shoulder, sits for a spell and moves on.

This is October for me: Withdrawing into my own world, blocking out everything except the beauty of the season, my reflections and my relationship with God, I find that this is enough to sustain me through the long, cold, winter - and beyond...

My mother’s laughter was infectious - like a cheerful tune that lingers in your mind for the rest of the day.

Where did the time go? Yesterday, I was a girl, and today, I suddenly find myself in the autumn of my years with the cold winds of winter breathing down my neck.

Sometimes, late at night, an inexplicable sadness washes over me that nothing, not even the moon in all its glory, can erase.

Golden daffodils dance in the gentle breeze, birds twitter a happy song and sunshine caresses my face as I taste the delicious sweetness of springtime again.

Even in death, my mother smiled—and she had every reason to do so, for I had become precisely what she hoped I would—her mirror image.

Iciness enshrouds my body—a foretaste of death’s chill.

Remember sixteen - when all the world was new and your life stretched out before you like fresh snow waiting for your footprints?

Happiness is a butterfly that often hovers just beyond your grasp,then suddenly alights on your shoulder,sits for a spell and moves on.

I long for a place that exists only in my memory – a cheery spot where my heart is happy and my spirit is free.

Life is like music on a scale, moving up and down. When your life is over, you have written your song.

God always provides a pleasant memory to help ease the pain of a bad experience.

What is writing, after all, except fumbling in darkness endeavoring to light a candle?

The day after two feet of snow paralyzed the eastern part of the United States, the sun shone brightly from clear blue skies and it was as if nothing had ever happened – except for the deep snow that still covered the ground. Peggy Toney Horton wrote: “This beautiful sunny afternoon reminds me of a child who misbehaved and then looked at his mother with wide eyes and declared, ‘I didn't do it!

Life is like music on a scale, shifting up and down. When your life is over, your song has been written.

As we mourn a heartfelt loss, we remember the good times and the sad times— when we laughed and cried together as one heart and one soul. It is love and forgiveness that create our most Precious Memories.

We make our own rainbows while smiling through our tears.

We make our own rainbows when we smile through our tears.

Magical dreams of yesterday convey smiles for all of our tomorrows.

My mother’s laughter was infectious - like a cheerful tune that lingers in your mind for the rest of the day.

Your mission in life is to determine what you believe--not to accept what someone else tells you to believe.

Like a dying ember, the child in us can flare up again when we least expect it..

When we are very young, our parents inadvertently program us to be what we eventually become. ~ Peggy Toney Horton

When we are very young, our parents inadvertently program us to be what we eventually become.

Remember sixteen - when all the world was new and your life stretched before you like fresh snow waiting for your footprints.

When I cease to enjoy what I'm doing, then I shall do something mundane ~ like clean my house.

We make our own rainbows by smiling through tears.

Writing unlocks the heart and soul that we might be receptive to God’s blessings.

Writing unlocks the heart, mind and soul that we may be receptive to God's blessings.

Somehow, I think your first love must be like your first dog--no matter how many come after, you never forget your first!

Your mission in life is to determine what You believe—not to accept what someone else tells you to believe.

I love the night. It’s not unusual for me to see the light of a new day before closing my eyes on the old one.