Christ is not a reservoir but a spring. His life is continual, active and ever passing on with an outflow as necessary… — A. B. Simpson Copy Share Image
She had already allowed her delectable lover to pluck that flower which, so different from the rose to which it is nevertheless… — Marquis de Sade Copy Share Image
“One of the things you learn when you live on a farm is that change comes at you whether you´re ready for… — Yvonne Prinz Copy Share Image
Everyone knew that Saleh and the Houthis were a marriage of convenience. He was a dictator; the Houthis are ideologues who want… — Jamal Khashoggi Copy Share Image
“It’s hard to walk briskly at this time of year; the accelerating pace of unfolding spring slows my own. I repeatedly stop-… — Carl Safina Copy Share Image
“The most thrilling day of the year, the first real day of Spring had enclosed its warm delicious beauty even to London… — Katherine Mansfield Copy Share Image
Our civilization cannot survive materially unless it is redeemed spiritually. It can be saved only by becoming permeated with the Spirit of… — Woodrow Wilson Copy Share Image
Benjamin Franklin went through life an altered man because he once paid too dearly for a penny whistle. My concern springs usually… — Robert Louis Stevenson Copy Share Image
“Then sometime there in late March, after the Indian violets had come, we would be gathering on the mountain and the wind,… — Forrest Carter Copy Share Image
As you get older, the heart shed its leaves like a tree. You cannot hold out against certain winds. Each day tears… — Gustave Flaubert Copy Share Image
O sweet September, thy first breezes bring The dry leaf's rustle and the squirrel's laughter, The cool fresh air whence health and… — George Arnold Copy Share Image
Just as the light and weightless vegetation of saltpeter floats over the old walls of houses as soon as the owner gets… — Federico Garcia Lorca Copy Share Image
If you allow one single germ, one single seed of slavery to remain in the soil of America... that germ will spring… — Ernestine Rose Copy Share Image
Sound sounds are terrible in the city, but it's great to listen and to walk and listen to people talk to each… — James Murphy Copy Share Image
The moods of a river change from hour to hour and day to day. It can be still and serene as a… — Ernie Lyons Copy Share Image
Through winter-time we call on spring, And through the spring on summer call, And when the abounding hedges ring Declare that winter's… — William Butler Yeats Copy Share Image
You shall find books and sermons everywhere, in the land and in the sea, in the earth and in the skies, and… — Charles Spurgeon Copy Share Image
And all my endeavours are unlucky explorers come back, abandoning the expedition; the specimens, the lilies of ambition still spring in their… — Gavin Douglas Copy Share Image
Wrong will be right, when Aslan comes in sight, At the sound of his roar, sorrows will be no more, When he… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
The American spring is by no means so agreeable as the American autumn; both move with faltering step, and slow; but this… — Frances Trollope Copy Share Image
Spring is a beautiful piece of work; and not to be in the country to see it done is the not realizing… — Nathaniel Parker Willis Copy Share Image
Therefore all seasons shall be sweet to thee, Whether the summer clothe the general earth With greenness, or the redbreast sit and… — Samuel Taylor Coleridge Copy Share Image
The air and the earth interpenetrated in the warm gusts of spring; the soil was full of sunlight, and the sunlight full… — Willa Cather Copy Share Image
The soy-bean, in particular, has proved sufficiently resistant to cold in spring and to adverse weather during summer to warrant heavy planting,… — David F. Houston Copy Share Image
Thus sometimes hath the brightest day a cloud; And after summer evermore succeeds Barren winter, with his wrathful nipping cold: So cares… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Ill reach for your hand in the cold of winter, Ill reach for your hand in the heat of summer. But if… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
Every year, our white intruders become more greedy, exacting, oppressive, and overbearing. Every year, contentions spring up between them and our people,… — Tecumseh Copy Share Image
Once again we find ourselves enmeshed in the Holiday Season, that very special time of year when we join with our loved… — Dave Barry Copy Share Image
“When spring knocks at your door, regardless of the time of year or season of our lives, run, do not walk to… — Jeffrey R. Anderson Copy Share Image
It is the sweetest spring within the memory of man. So green, so mild, so beautiful! Ah, what a contrast between nature… — Arthur Conan Doyle Copy Share Image
Narcotic greens narcotic greens like reeling firmaments disclose in their appearing randomness the sweetest means that you or she or any wandering… — Marianne Bluger Copy Share Image
If you try to grasp Zen in movement, it goes into stillness. If you try to grasp Zen in stillness, it goes… — Linji Yixuan Copy Share Image
The life of the earth comes up with a rush in the springtime. All the wild seeds of weed and thistle, the… — Laura Ingalls Wilder Copy Share Image
Ever desireless, one can see the mystery. Ever desiring, one can see the manifestations. These two spring from the same source but… — Laozi Copy Share Image
The harvest moon has no innocence, like the slim quarter moon of a spring twilight, nor has it the silver penny brilliance… — Donald C. Peattie Copy Share Image
And what is the joy of Christ? The joy and delight which springs forever in His great heart, from feeling that He… — Charles Kingsley Copy Share Image
The greatness of peoples springs from their ability to grasp the grand conceptions of being. It is the absorption of a people,… — Alexander Crummell Copy Share Image
This is what reading is like to me. It's finding a spring in the midst of a barren land. Just when I… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
We have a conversation before every season now and we just take inventory. Are we having fun? Can we do things? Can… — Sal Vulcano Copy Share Image
Every fragile beauty, every perfect forgotten sentence, you grieve their going away, but that is not how it is. Where they come… — Rumi Copy Share Image
