“April. Spring was on the land like an itch. The whole countryside seemed to be scratching itself awake—lazily, luxuriously, though occasionally scratching… — Tom Robbins Copy Share Image
Fairy folk a-listening Hear the seed sprout in the spring, And for music to their dance Hear the hedgerows wake from trance,… — George Eliot Copy Share Image
Just as I wonder whether it's going to die, the orchid blossoms and I can't explain why it moves my heart, why… — Sam Hamill Copy Share Image
Why is it that almost every human culture yet discovered has found it necessary to believe in an afterlife of some sort,… — Judith Hayes Copy Share Image
The study of crime begins with the knowledge of oneself. All that you despise, all that you loathe, all that you reject,… — Henry Miller Copy Share Image
“Like a great ship, this season has run aground. Dawn and dusk alternate at an old man's pace. I live alone in… — Ge Fei Copy Share Image
Like a tree, a woman can't carry the weight of two seasons simultaneously. In the violent struggle of trying, she'll miss every… — Lysa TerKeurst Copy Share Image
Contentment and happiness didn't exist in my life for more than a few moments at a time, and they were really only… — Sylvia Day Copy Share Image
Poets and songwriters speak highly of spring as one of the great joys of life in the temperate zone, but in the… — Barbara Holland Copy Share Image
A man's social and spiritual discipline must answer to his corporeal. He must lean on a friend who has a hard breast,… — Henry David Thoreau Copy Share Image
“How many a time have I stood watching the toads mating, or a pair of hares having a boxing match in the… — George Orwell Copy Share Image
Self-love, the spring of motion, acts the soul; Reason's comparing balance rules the whole. Man, but for that no action could attend,… — Alexander Pope Copy Share Image
I remember growing up, getting the Colorado Springs Sun in the morning and the Denver Post in the afternoon, and my dad… — Pat Forde Copy Share Image
Think of the Father as a spring of life begetting the Son like a river and the Holy Ghost like a sea,… — John of Damascus Copy Share Image
As I accepted the change of the golden hair of my childhood to the reddish-brown hair of my youth without regret, so… — Peace Pilgrim Copy Share Image
“Springtime in Massachusetts is depressing for those who embrace a progressive view of history and experience. It does not gradually develop as… — Rebecca Harrington Copy Share Image
No one can get inner peace by pouncing on it, by vigorously willing to have it ... Peace is a consciousness of… — Harry Emerson Fosdick Copy Share Image
I always find it difficult to dress in between seasons, but I quite like putting T-shirts on with a vest over the… — Poppy Delevingne Copy Share Image
Because of Kipling, I've sometimes wondered about keeping a mongoose about the house. But given the cobra population in Silver Spring, Maryland… — Michael Dirda Copy Share Image
As a mother, May always reminds me of the end of the school year and the excitement, uncertainty, anticipation, and accomplishment that… — Cynthia Germanotta Copy Share Image
So then the year is repeating its old story again. We are come once more, thank God! to its most charming chapter.… — Johann Wolfgang von Goethe Copy Share Image
It's spring fever. That is what the name of it is. And when you've got it, you want—oh, you don't quite know… — Mark Twain Copy Share Image
“Love for the beauty of the soul. I shall love you always. When the flower of life has gone, ever I shall… — Laurel A. Rockefeller Copy Share Image
I left 'Spring Awakening,' and within a month of leaving the show, I came out to my parents and to my friends… — Jonathan Groff Copy Share Image
My wretched feet, flayed and swollen to lameness by the sharp air of January, began to heal and subside under the gentler… — Charlotte Bronte Copy Share Image
Plot springs from character... I've always sort of believed that these people inside me- these characters- know who they are and what… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
It is the end of art to inoculate men with the love of nature. But those who have a psssion for nature… — Henry Ward Beecher Copy Share Image
Lyndon Johnson who was the president who was executing that war, announced in the spring of 1968 that he would not seek… — Bill Ayers Copy Share Image
We began as mineral. We emerged into plant life, and into the animal state, and then into being human, and always we… — Rumi Copy Share Image
If eternity had a season, it would be midsummer. Autumn, winter, spring are all change and passage, but at the height of… — Ursula K. Le Guin Copy Share Image
This spring of love, resembles the uncertain glory of an April day. The sun beating against our necks, horizons still stuck in… — Chiodos Copy Share Image
“The world is exploding in emerald, sage, and lusty chartreuse - neon green with so much yellow in it. It is an… — Amy Seidl Copy Share Image
In the spring of 1936, I was introduced by friends to Jean Tatlock. In the autumn, I began to court her. We… — J. Robert Oppenheimer Copy Share Image
“Great. We can pick out our colors." "What?" "For the wedding. I'm thinking melon and mint. Supposed to be really hot next… — Rachel Hawkins Copy Share Image
The winter will be short, the summer long, The autumn amber-hued, sunny and hot, Tasting of cider and of scuppernong; All seasons… — Elinor Wylie Copy Share Image
It's the spring of 2012, that the [Barak] Obama administration would be embracing the argument that the Affordable Care Act was a… — Donald Verrilli Jr Copy Share Image
Let me say something about that word: miracle. For too long it's been used to characterize things or events that, though pleasant,… — Leif Enger Copy Share Image
Spring has again returned. The Earth is like a child that knows many poems. Many, O so many. For the hardship of… — Rainer Maria Rilke Copy Share Image
My dad played for a coal-mining team in eastern Ohio; he was a very good pitcher. If he hadn't hurt his arm,… — Phil Niekro Copy Share Image
When you're an adult, when times are good, entire years go by in what feels like the space of one season. But… — Artie Lange Copy Share Image