I know that wine is, above all else, a blessing, a gift of nature, a joy as pure and elemental as the… — Robert Mondavi Copy Share Image
The tragedy is that many of us are living desperate Christian life. Sunday comes and we get some strength, and then we… — Martyn Copy Share Image
The purifying influence of public confession springs from the fact, that by it the hope in lies is forever swept away, and… — George Eliot Copy Share Image
The people's awe and innate fear will hold injustice back by day, by night, so long as the people leave the laws… — Aeschylus Copy Share Image
Dreams dawn and fly: friends smile and die, Like spring flowers. Our vaunted life is one long funeral. Men dig graves, with… — Matthew Arnold Copy Share Image
Generations of men are like the leaves. In winter, winds blow them down to earth, but then, when spring season comes again,… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
Are we to look at cherry blossoms only in full bloom, the moon only when it is cloudless? To long for the… — Yoshida Kenko Copy Share Image
I just did an interview where I was asked whether I drink beer or whisky, and I was sad to reveal that… — Brad Delson Copy Share Image
Off season but I practice like I got a game today, and everybody ain't gon make it out, it's a shame to… — Meek Mill Copy Share Image
Friendship however is a plant which cannot be forced -- true friendship is no gourd spring up in a night and withering… — Charlotte Bronte Copy Share Image
You mean guys don't get injured in spring training? Guys get hurt walking down the street. — Bud Selig Copy Share Image
The temptations to wrong are many; they spring out of a corrupt nature. — Matthew Simpson Copy Share Image
“I have to absorb the new season like sunlight, letting it turn my winter skin pink and then brown. I must stuff… — W.P. Kinsella Copy Share Image
Pleasure and pain spring not so much from the nature of things, as from our manner of considering them. Pleasure, especially, is… — Christian Nestell Bovee Copy Share Image
“Look back upon winter with gratitude. Spring is the harvest of the darker months—everything you know starts to grow in darkness. Don't… — Faith Baldwin Copy Share Image
“O, to be stung by an errant bee. O, to sting. O, to see you again. Covered in spring.” — Olena Kalytiak Davis Copy Share Image
“Though when at home their countenances varied with the seasons, their market faces all the year round were glowing little fires.” — Thomas Hardy Copy Share Image
A single act of kindness throws out roots in all directions, and the roots spring up and make new trees. — Amelia Earhart Copy Share Image
In spring when maple buds are red, We turn the clock an hour ahead; Which means, each April that arrives, We lose… — Phyllis McGinley Copy Share Image
When daffodils begin to peer, With heigh! the doxy, over the dale, Why, then comes in the sweet o' the year; For… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
