The old year cracks under the burdensome weight of twelve heavy months, and the next year emerges fresh and anew from its shell. – Terri Guillemets, “A cracked bell still tolls,” 2010

One resolution I have made, and try always to keep, is this: to rise above the little things. – Author unknown

You can press the old year betwixt the pages of a book, but alas! the new chapter always gets written. – Terri Guillemets, “Pressed for time,” 2005

The rose of the old year withers away as the new bud begins to bloom. – Terri Guillemets, “Withered,” 2004