“What do you want? Because if you don’t want something, you’ve got nothing. You are adrift, you are washed away, and then… — Nick McDonell Copy Share Image
Vines will be planted, corn will spring up, a whole growth of new crops; and people will still fall in love in… — Emile Zola Copy Share Image
Timing. We give it many names: Destiny, Fate, Kismet, the will of God. Whatever we call it, lives are changed and molded… — Helen Van Slyke Copy Share Image
What we can and should change is ourselves: our impatience, our egoism (including intellectual egoism), our sense of injury, our lack of… — Hermann Hesse Copy Share Image
Every season is so much different and you go through your ups and downs, you figure your team out, you get to… — Blake Griffin Copy Share Image
For two summers not a blue wing, not a blue warble. I seemed to miss something kindred and precious from my environment--the… — John Burroughs Copy Share Image
Besides that, when elsewhere the harvest of wheat is most abundant, there it comes up less by one-fourth than what you have… — Plautus Copy Share Image
Scepticism, like wisdom, springs out in full panoply only from the brain of a god, and it is little profit to see… — James Anthony Froude Copy Share Image
It was a spring without voices. On the mornings that had once throbbed with the dawn chorus of robins, catbirds, doves, jays,… — Rachel Carson Copy Share Image
Imagination is the politics of dreams; imagination turns every word into a bottle rocket. . . . Imagine every day is Independence… — Sherman Alexie Copy Share Image
You don't win an Olympic gold medal with a few weeks of intensive training. There's no such thing as an overnight opera… — Seth Godin Copy Share Image
You cannot force things to happen before their time. The Spring Will come and the flowers will blossom, but you cannot force… — Rajneesh Copy Share Image
It was no accident, no coincidence, that the seasons came round and round year after year. It was the Lord speaking to… — Francine Rivers Copy Share Image
Forget the suffering You caused others. Forget the suffering Others caused you. The waters run and run, Springs sparkle and are done,… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
Most of the avoidable suffering in life springs from our attempts to escape the unavoidable suffering inherent in the fragmentary nature of… — Hugh Kingsmill Copy Share Image
The only reason I felt like I could sing a song like 'Blown Away' is because I have definitely lived through my… — Carrie Underwood Copy Share Image
“Don’t you know what that is? It’s spring fever. That is what the name of it is. And when you’ve got it,… — Mark Twain Copy Share Image
We like to be involved vaguely in the creative process so we know what's going on and we have some input, but… — Chris Harris Copy Share Image
In the winter you may want the summer; in the summer, you may want the autumn; in the autumn, you may want… — Mehmet Murat Ildan Copy Share Image
I've always been a fan of melody and emotional melancholy, whether it was Rites of Spring or Tears for Fears or Neil… — Dave Grohl Copy Share Image
And still the mad magnificent herald Spring assembles beauty from forgetfulness with the wild trump of April:witchery of sound and odour drives… — e. e. cummings Copy Share Image
A human action becomes genuinely important when it springs from the soil of a clear-sighted awareness of the temporality and the ephemerally… — Vaclav Havel Copy Share Image
The last start of spring training, my (cut fastball) was okay. It just wasn't what I wanted it to be. I tried… — Roy Halladay Copy Share Image
“And it is not our part here to take thought only for a season, or for a few lives of Men, or… — J.R.R. Tolkien Copy Share Image
Our excessive tolerance with regard to suicide is due to the fact that, since the state of mind from which it springs… — Emile Durkheim Copy Share Image
No matter that we could be beheaded for this,” said Esa. “Heads are overrated.” “Yes, they are so unfashionable,” said Miri, imitating… — Shannon Hale Copy Share Image
We are constantly telling ourselves what we most want to know, and at the same time are deaf to it. Why does… — Bonnie Friedman Copy Share Image
I try to show everybody Iceland all the time. My people are like, "Don't tell everybody the secret. It's so peaceful and… — Anita Briem Copy Share Image
“It was spring when it happened and the schoolroom windows were open all day long, and every afternoon after Billy left we… — Ellen Gilchrist Copy Share Image
[L]ike thee to those in sorrow, Comes to bid a sweet good-morrow To the rough year just awake In its cradle on… — Percy Bysshe Shelley Copy Share Image
“Autumn to winter, winter to spring, Spring into summer, summer into fall— So rolls the changing year, and so we change; Motion… — Sarah Ban Breathnach Copy Share Image
When Jesus then is with the multitudes, He is not in His house, for the multitudes are outside of the house, and… — Origen Copy Share Image
I'll be the first to admit it: I love fluff. Whether it's watching 'America's Next Top Model' or listening to dance pop… — Phoebe Robinson Copy Share Image
You and I shouldn't claim we love Oregon more than anyone else, but that we love Oregon as much as anyone. Our… — Tom McCall Copy Share Image
Spring seems far off, impossible, but it is coming. Already there is dusk instead of darkness at five in the afternoon; already… — Kathleen Norris Copy Share Image
Those who go forth ministering to the wants and necessities of their fellow beings experience a rich return, their souls being as… — Lucretia Mott Copy Share Image
“In the deadness of winter, the spark of new life. I have news for you: the stag bells, Winter snows, Summer has… — Sarah Owen Copy Share Image
Sweet April-time-O cruel April-time! Year after year returning, with a brow Of promise, and red lips with longing paled, And backward-hidden hands… — Dinah Maria Murlock Craik Copy Share Image
Spring came late, but when it came it was hand-in-hand with summer, and almost at once everything was baking and warm, and… — Nancy Mitford Copy Share Image
The spring without a leaf to toss, bare and bright like a virgin fierce in her chastity, scornful in her purity, was… — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image