Forgive me if, in friendship’s way, I offer thee a wreath of May.... [N]ourished by the dews of heaven.... So I have… — John Clare Copy Share Image
“Seasons of the heart. To get through what I must I'm often encased in ice and for months he chips away until… — Donna Lynn Hope Copy Share Image
Who are you, reader, reading my poems an hundred years hence? I cannot send you one single flower from this wealth of… — Rabindranath Tagore Copy Share Image
O the wind is a faun in the spring time When the ways are green for the tread of the May! List!… — Clinton Scollard Copy Share Image
Let us look upon a crucified Christ, the remedy of all our miseries. His cross hath procured a crown, his passion hath… — Stephen Charnock Copy Share Image
Oh, so that's why you're up here. For a pity party." "This isn't a joke. I'm serious." I could tell Lissa was… — Richelle Mead Copy Share Image
Anytime new insight replaces an old assumption or a fossilized perception is the spring. New understandings sprout, new tolerances appear, and new… — Gary Zukav Copy Share Image
“When the time is ripe for certain things, these things appear in different places in the manner of violets coming to light… — Farkas Bolyai Copy Share Image
What change has made the pastures sweet And reached the daisies at my feet, And cloud that wears a golden hem? This… — Jean Ingelow 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 easy to mistake the fallowness of winter for wasted time and space. But this view obscures the necessity of winter… — Kari Leibowitz Copy Share Image
See with your soul and not your eyes because to dance with the beasts you must penetrate their disguise. — Anonymous Copy Share Image
You can never come into the spring feeling like you've got a guaranteed spot. Once you do that, you kind of get… — Aaron Judge Copy Share Image
There is always the risk that a conflagration in the Middle East becomes larger and more dangerous. In this scenario, we discover… — Ian Bremmer Copy Share Image
Pleasure to me is wonder—the unexplored, the unexpected, the thing that is hidden and the changeless thing that lurks behind superficial mutability.… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
I saw in Chicago, on the street where I was visiting my sister-in-law, this "Urban Renewal" and it means one thing: "Negro… — Fannie Lou Hamer Copy Share Image
Justice has its anger, my lord Bishop, and the wrath of justice is an element of progress. Whatever else may be said… — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
I was a homely kid with freckles that came out every spring and stuck on me till Christmas. — Myrna Loy Copy Share Image
Hark, I hear a robin calling! List, the wind is from the south! And the orchard-bloom is falling Sweet as kisses on… — Lucy Maud Montgomery Copy Share Image
“Winter was nothing but a season of snow; spring, allergies; and summer...It was the worst. That was swimsuit season.” — Teresa Lo Copy Share Image
Saints spring and thrive most internally, when they are most externally afflicted. Afflictions are the mother of virtue. — Thomas Brooks Copy Share Image
