The first springs of great events, like those of great rivers, are often mean and little. — Jonathan Swift Copy Share Image
Most people lose weight during the season, but I tend to gain weight during the season. — Larry Johnson Copy Share Image
I have no intention of lingering through a season, just to have a chance to be an alternate on a relay. I… — Carl Lewis Copy Share Image
It is spring time now! While the world looks for a new war to fight, you look for a cherry blossom to… — Mehmet Murat Ildan 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
It's all so beautiful . . . the spring . . . and books and music and fires. . . . Why aren't they enough? — Kathleen Norris 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
When you’re young you prefer the vulgar months, the fullness of the seasons. As you grow older you learn to like the… — Julian Barnes Copy Share Image
Technique itself springs from play, because we can acquire technique only by the practice of practice, by persistently experimenting and playing with… — Stephen Nachmanovitch Copy Share Image
Those who are broad-minded and considerate are like the spring breeze, warm and nurturing, at show touch all being grow. Those who… — Zicheng Hong Copy Share Image
It was cold out there, bitter, biting, cutting, piercing, hyperborean, marmoreal cold, and there were all these Minnesotans running around outdoors, happy… — Charles Kuralt Copy Share Image
Our quarterbacks were getting hurt; a couple got kicked out of school. The coach asked who wanted to try out for QB.… — Quavo Copy Share Image
“There are no secrets, there is no mystery. We make that all up. In fact, it's all right there in front of… — Kim Stanley Robinson Copy Share Image
The sum of things there is no power can change, For naught exists outside, to which can flee Out of the world… — Lucretius Copy Share Image
Winter is on the road to spring. Some think it a surly road. I do not. A primrose road to spring were… — William Alfred Quayle Copy Share Image
One springs to mind: one of our very first gigs in a small East Texas town was not well promoted. At least,… — Billy Gibbons Copy Share Image
Prayer by its nature is communion and union of man with God; by its action it is the reconciliation of man with… — Ignatius Bryanchaninov Copy Share Image
It cannot be doubted that theistic belief is a comfort and a solace to those who hold it, and that the loss… — William Kingdon Clifford Copy Share Image
“The Sometime Sportsman Greets the Spring by John Updike When winter's glaze is lifted from the greens, And cups are freshly cut,… — John Updike Copy Share Image
In my dream I hadn't arrived at this street yet; this was just downloaded to me as this woman mentioned only the… — Julie Smith Copy Share Image
A wounded deer leaps highest, I've heard the hunter tell; 'Tis but the ecstasy of death, And then the brake is still.… — Emily Dickinson Copy Share Image
It's a very cheery thing to come into London by any of these lines which run high and allow you to look… — Arthur Conan Doyle Copy Share Image
“the first thing that’s gonna tip everyone off that the world is ending is this thing called Fimbulvetr which just means THE… — Cory O'Brien Copy Share Image
God's goodness is the root of all goodness; and our goodness, if we have any, springs out of His goodness. — William Tyndale 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
Forsythia is pure joy. There is not an ounce, not a glimmer of sadness or even knowledge in forsythia. Pure, undiluted, untouched… — Anne Morrow Lindbergh Copy Share Image
Success is not about who never fails. It is about who can spring - or even stagger - back up. — Samantha Power Copy Share Image
The little windflower, whose just opened eye is blue as the spring heaven it gazes at. — William C. Bryant Copy Share Image
I've kind of fashioned my life after a Slinky. Bend me in a million shapes, and eventually I'll spring back to what… — Sylvester Stallone Copy Share Image
The seasons change their manners, as the year Had found some months asleep and leapt them over. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
I have done one braver thing than all the Worthies did, and yet a braver thence doth spring, which is, to keep… — John Donne Copy Share Image
I can't feel a thing; All mournful petal storms are dancing inside the very private spring of my head. — Franz Kafka Copy Share Image
“Spring invites us into a fairy land of imagination where flowers bloom with joy, butterflies fly with song, and love dances with… — Debasish Mridha Copy Share Image
Unless a tree has borne blossoms in spring, you will vainly look for fruit on it in autumn. — Walter Scott Copy Share Image
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 frontier isn’t always a place. Sometimes it’s a season of your life. The space between who you were and who you… — Dustin Lee Copy Share Image
Nothing in life is perfect When you're changing like the seasons That's what they used to say. — Anonymous Copy Share Image
The body whips the soul. In its great desire it demands the elixir In the roar of spring, transmutations. — Charles Olson Copy Share Image
In snowbound, voiceless, mountain depths, to herald spring, pine trees sound in tune. — Princess Shikishi Copy Share Image
