The temptations to wrong are many; they spring out of a corrupt nature. — Matthew Simpson Copy Share Image
Seasons may change but I can't forget the days of old memories. — Innah Delos Angeles Copy Share Image
“Just like Seasons, People Change. But the difference is, once gone, seasons come back.” — Himanshu Chhabra Copy Share Image
I live to hail that season by gifted one foretold, when men shall live by reason, and not alone by gold. — George Linnaeus Banks Copy Share Image
The Easter feeling does not end, it signals a new beggining of nature spring and brand new life of friendship. Happy Easter… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
It's all so beautiful . . . the spring . . . and books and music and fires. . . . Why aren't they enough? — Kathleen Norris Copy Share Image
“In order to create a continual cycle of renewal, it is necessary to let go of certain things.” — Steven Redhead Copy Share Image
Boy, you're like a horse. Just now sated with seed, You've come back to my stable, Yearning for a good rider, fine… — Theognis of Megara Copy Share Image
Writing is done by someone. It is not, like some mythical goddess, a skill that springs forth, full grown from the genes… — Leonard Bishop Copy Share Image
“It was the time of year when the atmosphere streamed with unexpected hints and memories, and a paradoxical sense of renewal.” — Alan Hollinghurst Copy Share Image
One of the first drawings I did in Paris - I wasn't thinking of doing drawings, but somehow or other, I kept… — Ellsworth Kelly Copy Share Image
Spring drew on... and a greenness grew over those brown beds, which, freshening daily, suggested the thought that hope traversed them at… — Charlotte Bronte Copy Share Image
If acorns start growing into theologians, or if women begin turning into pillars of salt, then we may wish to hypothesize about… — George H. Smith Copy Share Image
Today I will gratefully receive all the gifts that life has to offer me. I will receive the gifts of sunlight and… — Deepak Chopra Copy Share Image
There is a reason we prepare for Winter in the fall. When we fall we go through these dark cold times and… — Ky Martin Copy Share Image
All stories must end so, with the next tale winking out of the corners of the last pages, promising more, promising moonlight… — Catherynne M. Valente Copy Share Image
I hate Science. It denies a man's responsibility for his own deeds, abolishes the brotherhood that springs from God's fatherhood. It is… — Basil Bunting Copy Share Image
There is a drop of blood in the snow before me… The coyote... is in estrus… spurred to let out a bit… — Craig Childs Copy Share Image
We are all naturally seekers of wonders. We travel far to see the majesty of old ruins, the venerable forms of the… — Albert Pike Copy Share Image
Could Hamlet have been written by a committee, or the "Mona Lisa" painted by a club? Could the New Testament have been… — Alfred Whitney Griswold Copy Share Image
“Early Summer, loveliest season, The world is being colored in. While daylight lasts on the horizon, Sudden, throaty blackbirds sing. The dusty-colored… — Marie Heaney Copy Share Image
“Four seasons fill the measure of the year; There are four seasons in the mind of Man: He has his lusty Spring,… — John Keats Copy Share Image
There is only one thing about which I shall have no regrets when my life ends. I have savored to the full… — Agnes Sligh Turnbull Copy Share Image
“Yet in the blood of man there is a tide, an old sea-current rather, that is somehow akin to the twilight, which… — Lord Dunsany Copy Share Image
“Fruitful. Lusty. Wild. Revealing. Every day a brilliant reminder of how nothing stays the same, every day an exercise in variability, resilience,… — Shellen Lubin Copy Share Image
It was the United States of America in the cold late spring of 1967, and the market was steady and the G.N.P.… — Joan Didion Copy Share Image
