All that dies, dies for a reason, to put it's strength into the seasons. — Yes (Band Copy Share Image
There is no season and no reason for love. Love is not seasonal its perennial. — Anonymous Copy Share Image
To one in sympathy with nature, each season, in its turn, seems the loveliest. — Mark Twain Copy Share Image
The regular season, it's kind of like a rehearsal. That's the way I look at it. — Al Horford Copy Share Image
Not for no cold did freeze, Nor any cloud beguile Th'eternal flowering spring — Torquato Tasso Copy Share Image
I salute all the nations of the Arab Spring and I salute the heroic people of Syria who are striving for freedom,… — Ismail Haniyeh Copy Share Image
Oh! faint delicious spring-time violet, Thine odor like a key, Turns noiselessly in memory's wards to let A thought of sorrow free. — William Wetmore Story Copy Share Image
I remember being a first-year position coach and going into next season saying 'I should have been better last year, I'm better… — Brian Flores Copy Share Image
“spring’s foals were prancing in well-mowed fields as I drove past horse farms on Tates Creek” — Abigail Keam Copy Share Image
"Hope springs eternal in the human breast," and is as necessary to life as the act of breathing. — Lewis Howard Latimer Copy Share Image
It is our less conscious thoughts and our less conscious actions which mainly mould our lives and the lives of those who… — Samuel Butler Copy Share Image
preach the word, be urgent in season and out of season, convince, rebuke, and exhort, be unfailing in patience and in teaching. — Paul the Apostle Copy Share Image
There is no season such delight can bring, as summer, autumn, winter and the spring. — William Browne Copy Share Image
Be surprised by joy, be surprised by the little flower that shows its beauty in the midst of a barren desert, and… — Henri Nouwen Copy Share Image
The afternoon is bright, with spring in the air, a mild March afternoon, with the breath of April stirring, I am alone… — Antonio Machado Copy Share Image
So stick up ivy and the bays, and then restore the heathen ways, green will remind you of the Spring, though this… — Henry Vaughan Copy Share Image
There is love like a small lamp, which goes out when the oil is consumed; or like a stream which dries up… — Isaac of Nineveh Copy Share Image
“Barely tearing her eyes away in time to focus on the water, she heard the heavy thump of his belt hitting the… — Vivienne Savage Copy Share Image
The Santa Anas blew in hot from the desert, shriveling the last of the spring grass into whiskers of pale straw. Only… — Janet Fitch Copy Share Image
“It is a place of fine weather, and this is a book of fine weather, a book written in Spring. I will… — Stella Benson Copy Share Image
The energy that actually shapes the world springs from emotions - racial pride, leader-worship, religious belief, love of war - which liberal… — George Orwell Copy Share Image
“Spring had come to Santiago as it did every year, but this one arrived with splashes of violent graffiti in vibrant colors… — Pedro Lemebel Copy Share Image
Have you ever noticed the perfection of nature? The seasons and how one changes into the next, the falling leaves, composting soil,… — Bryan Kest Copy Share Image
Joy is everywhere; it is in the earth's green covering of grass: in the blue serenity of the sky: in the reckless… — Rabindranath Tagore Copy Share Image
Things happen or they don't happen, that's all. Nothing is accomplished by sweat and struggle. Nearly everything which we call life is… — Henry Miller Copy Share Image
“Spring came early that year and the sweet warm nights made her restless. She walked up and down the streets and through… — Betty Smith Copy Share Image
“to be true about life, too. If you dig in and fight the change you’re facing, it will indeed smash you to… — Shauna Niequist Copy Share Image
Vitality springs from diversity -- which makes for real progress so long as there is mutual toleration, based on the recognition that… — B. H. Liddell Hart Copy Share Image
...I is another. If the brass wakes the trumpet, it’s not its fault. That’s obvious to me: I witness the unfolding of… — Arthur Rimbaud Copy Share Image
Fresh spring! / The world is only Nine days old - / These fields and mountains! — Matsuo Basho Copy Share Image
