2017 Images for New Year with text messages wishes quotes: New Year is not just about stepping into 12 months long calendar all over again. It is rather much more than that. People make firm resolutions based on their existing life and aimed at betterment both at personal and social level. Many think about gymming, many about getting into a relationship, about dieting, about raising a family, about quitting a bad habit, and so on. January 1 is marked as first day of New year and 31st december is seen as the last day of an existing year. It is the eve which gets people going and grooving. On this page we have come up with a vide range of New Year messages you could send across to your loved ones for the blessings of this day. Start exploring your Happy New Year options now!
2017 Images for New Year with text messages wishes quotes
Time, the years, the seasons, the dreaming and the hopes which throb with life even under the ice and snow. There is an order to all things, a pressure of progression, and the winds themselves will die into nothingness and the tides wither away before the hopes shall have ended, the aspirations frozen forever. Year builds upon year, even as the seasons follow. And year’s end is no end at all, but only a pause, a time for the deep breath that marks the next step forward. There is no halt, no turning back. Tomorrow rises in the east, and all tomorrows. ~Hal Borland (1900–1978), “The Song of Time,” 1945 December 31st
Then out through the gates of the midnight—
The door of the past was ajar—
His robe like a shroud wrapped around him,
The Old Year vanished afar.
And as morn with her soft rosy fingers
Flung open the gates of the East,
The New Year looked out from its chambers
With a smile and a blessing of peace.
~Eliza A. Wetherby Otis (1833–1904), “The Old and the New,” December 1873, in Daily Ohio State Journal (Columbus), 1874 January 1st
The fire has burned low. The Old Year has gone. Let the dead past bury its own dead. The New Year has taken possession of the clock of time. All hail the duties and possibilities of the coming twelve months! Yet I do not see anything new about it. It is already fringed at the edges with inherited aches and unsolved problems…. O 1911! do your duty! ~Edward Payson Powell (1832–1915), “The New Year In: An Idyll,” 1910 December 31st (Sorrento, Florida), in The Independent, 1911 January 5th
My pipe is out, my glass is dry;
My fire is almost ashes too;
But once again, before you go,
And I prepare to meet the New:
Old Year! a parting word that’s true,
For we’ve been comrades, you and I —
I thank God for each day of you;
There! bless you now! Old Year, good-bye!
~Robert W. Service, “The Passing of the Year,” 1912
It is 9 o’clock, and I am sitting before the big fireplace in my library, where the pine knots are fast becoming ashes. Why not? Yes, why not see the Old Year out and the New Year in? I will pile more knots on the embers, and, leaning back in my chair, will see how the two years are mortised together. Why should I not help to look after these things, for I have had nearly eighty of these years, and every one of them chock full of gifts and goodness? I will have nothing to do with the doleful dolts, who count their troubles and see only what is missing. Tonight I shall see God tinkering at the joints of the years. Have you any idea how many years are locked together in one of these pine knots? Different trees, like different folk, vary in power to carry bruises and scratches. Early in life I learned there were two sides to everything, and I resolved that I would see always the bright side; I would stand as close as I could to God, and get his angle of vision. The more I see of the world, the more I am sure there is sunshine enough to go around. After all and thru it all, to make life worth the while, what we must have and make for health and growth, is soul-shine.
The bells ring out; the hoary steeple rocks—
Hark! the long story of a score of clocks;
For, once a year, the village clocks agree,
E’en clocks unite to sound the hour of glee—
And every cottage has a light awake,
Unusual stars long flicker o’er the lake.
The relentless punctuality, the unwearied urgency, of old Time, who turns his hour-glass with such a sonorous ring on New-year’s Day