I have made the mistaken assumption - and I will attempt to be better at this - of thinking that because somebody… — Elon Musk Copy Share Image
May and June. Soft syllables, gentle names for the two best months in the garden year: cool, misty mornings gently burned away… — H. Peter Loewer Copy Share Image
If God had a refrigerator, your picture would be on it. If He had a wallet, your photo would be in it.… — Max Lucado Copy Share Image
How many ills spring from adultery? First the supreme law that is violated, Nobility oft stain'd with bastardy, Inheritance of land falsely… — John Webster Copy Share Image
“The menopause of Sarah became her menostart; this is feminine beauty! The death plot against Mordecai became his life spring; this is… — Israelmore Ayivor Copy Share Image
Necessity is always the first stimulus to industry, and those who conduct it with prudence, perseverance and energy will rarely fail. Viewed… — Samuel Smiles Copy Share Image
“A day out of season, stopping the monotonous count of summer days. Stopping, too, one's own summer routine, so that, looking out… — Anne Morrow Lindbergh Copy Share Image
Whoever be the instruments of any good to us, of whatever sort, we must look above them, and eye the hand and… — Thomas Boston Copy Share Image
I am never at my best in the early morning, especially a cold morning in the Yorkshire spring with a piercing March… — James Herriot Copy Share Image
The poem springs from the half spoken words of the patient… When asked, how I have for so many years continued an… — William Carlos Williams Copy Share Image
We ought to deal kindly with all, and to manifest those qualities which spring naturally from a heart tender and full of… — St. Vincent Copy Share Image
The essential thing is to spring forth, to express the bolt of lightning one senses upon contact with a thing. The function… — Henri Matisse Copy Share Image
Sing, my tongue, the Saviour's glory, Of His Flesh, the mystery sing; Of the Blood, all price exceeding, Shed by our Immortal… — Thomas Aquinas Copy Share Image
“He smelled cold water and cold intrepid green. Those early flowers smelled like cold water. Their fragrence was not the still perfume… — Paul Harding Copy Share Image
I slumbered spring's morning and missed the dawn from everywhere, I heard the cry of birds. That night the sound of wind… — Meng Haoran Copy Share Image
It's just a wonderful experience and it's fun when you make a film and people go to it to emote and in… — Joseph McGinty Nichol Copy Share Image
“A rain forest springs from the droppings of animals and grows greater than any cultivated garden; likewise, a great mass of literary… — Agona Apell Copy Share Image
This world could not exist if it were not so simple. The ground has been tilled a thousand years, yet its powers… — Johann Wolfgang von Goethe Copy Share Image
And is not time even as love is, undivided and paceless? But if in you thought you must measure time into seasons,… — Khalil Gibran Copy Share Image
I look East, West, North, South, and I do not see Sauron; but I see that Saruman has many descendants. We Hobbits… — J. R. R. Tolkien Copy Share Image
An altered look about the hills; A Tyrian light the village fills; A wider sunrise in the dawn; A deeper twilight on… — Emily Dickinson 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
“The sidewalk was completely empty. It was Sunday, early April. An icy wind teetered trash cans and turned my cheeks to marble.… — Paul Fleischman Copy Share Image
Would that I were a dry well, and that the people tossed stones into me, for that would be easier than to… — Khalil Gibran Copy Share Image
Look at Julie Etchingham and Katie Derham, none of us are spring chickens frankly, I don't think people want to watch someone… — Mary Nightingale Copy Share Image
. . . the first spring in five free from the rumour of guns across the Channel, a spring anxious to make… — Laurie R. King Copy Share Image
My dad grew up in Pittsburgh in the '50s, and he used to sing Four Seasons songs on the stoop. He made… — Erich Bergen Copy Share Image
How passionately we love everything that cannot last: the dazzling crystallory of winter, the spring in bloom, the fragile flight of butterflies,… — Dean Koontz Copy Share Image
Passion is the great mover and spring of the soul. When men’s passions are strongest, they may have great and noble effects;… — Thomas Sprat Copy Share Image
“Know that there’s nothing more optimistic than springtime in Paradise Valley, but if you need year-round renewal memorize this line from a… — Matt Weiland Copy Share Image
The first day of spring was once the time for taking the young virgins into the fields, there in dalliance to set… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
There are having flowers in Spring, breezes in Summer, moon in Autumn, snows in Winter. If there is nothing worrying over you,… — Gautama Buddha Copy Share Image
If there comes a little thaw, Still the air is chill and raw, Here and there a patch of snow, Dirtier than… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
To underestimate one's thirst, to pass a given landmark to the right or left, to find a dry spring where one looked… — Mary Hunter Austin Copy Share Image
Departing summer hath assumed An aspect tenderly illumed, The gentlest look of spring; That calls from yonder leafy shade Unfaded, yet prepared… — William Wordsworth Copy Share Image
I left my job as an editorial assistant with Katie Couric at CBS to start our company. I think Katie has said… — Alexa Hirschfeld Copy Share Image
“It was May before my attention came to spring and my word I said to the southern slopes I've missed it, it… — A.R. Ammons Copy Share Image
We started the season off really hot, then we had some ups and downs. You can't have a season where it's perfect.… — Drew Miller Copy Share Image
The challenge for a nonfiction writer is to achieve a poetic precision using the documents of truth but somehow to make people… — Simon Schama Copy Share Image
Followers of trails and of seasons, breakers of camp in the little dawn wind, seekers of watercourses over the wrinkled rind of… — Saint-John Perse Copy Share Image
