From scenes like these old Scotia's grandeur springs, That makes her loved at home, revered abroad: Princes and lords are but the… — Robert Burns Copy Share Image
People were always asking for good sound proofs; doubt springs eternal in the human breast, even in countries where the Inquisition can… — Thornton Wilder Copy Share Image
I am going to try to pay attention to the spring. I am going to look around at all the flowers, and… — Anne Lamott Copy Share Image
I think if we all gardened more, they and all of the other birds that fly in the air above and light… — Vigen Guroian Copy Share Image
The government of Sudan, employing a back channel direct from its president to the Central Intelligence Agency, offered in the early spring… — Barton Gellman Copy Share Image
People didn't make life, so they can't destroy it. Even if we were to wipe out every bit of life in the… — Jeanne DuPrau Copy Share Image
Pure and undimmed, thy angel smile Is mirrored on my dreams, Like evening's sunset-girded isle Upon her shadowed streams: And o'er my… — Benjamin Copy Share Image
There is another sort of day which needs celebrating in song -- the day of days when spring at last holds up… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
“Spring is made of solid, fourteen-karat gratitude, the reward for the long wait. Every religious tradition from the northern hemisphere honors some… — Barbara Kingsolver Copy Share Image
“Ô, Muse of the Heart’s Passion, let me relive my Love’s memory, to remember her body, so brave and so free, and… — Roman Payne Copy Share Image
The bed of flowers Loosens amain, The beauteous snowdrops Droop o'er the plain. The crocus opens Its glowing bud, Like emeralds others,… — Johann Wolfgang von Goethe Copy Share Image
In the spring of 1854, some of my publications persuaded King Maximilian II of Bavaria to offer me, at the suggestion of… — Paul Heyse Copy Share Image
We see people in the Middle East begin to have dreams of new Ottoman Empire where everyone will be subjected to some… — Louie Gohmert Copy Share Image
The night is made for tenderness,--so still that the low whisper, scarcely audible, is heard like music,--and so deeply pure that the… — Nathaniel Parker Willis Copy Share Image
A great fig should look like it's just about to burst its skin. When squeezed lightly it should give a little and… — Yotam Ottolenghi Copy Share Image
In America they have to know just what you are-- novelist, poet, playwright... Well, I've been all of them... I think poems… — Robert Penn Warren Copy Share Image
We all know that a winter scene, though it may be covered over one day, with even the trees dressed in shawls… — Arthur Golden Copy Share Image
The chances are that you have already come to believe that happiness is unattainable. But men have attained it. And they have… — Arnold Bennett Copy Share Image
Outside you get credit and praise and it makes you feel good, puts a spring in your step, but really the ceiling… — Michael Carrick Copy Share Image
“They wanted spring, of course they wanted it, more than anything. They longed for sun with every pore of their skin. But… — Helen Dunmore Copy Share Image
Even the seasons form a great circle in their changing, and always come back again to where they were. The life of… — Black Elk Copy Share Image
With summer's raucous noises, a simple dream seen in spring has turned into a simple heartbreak. The melancholy autumn wind speaks quietly… — Boys Be Copy Share Image
When we finish this tour we are going to begin writing and go into the studio to hopefully have a brand new… — Lou Gramm Copy Share Image
“It was sunny, a rarity for Indiana in April, and everyone at the farmers' market was wearing short sleeves even though the… — John Green Copy Share Image
“So I asked around about The Blonde,” she said, sitting down on my bed once the room was completely slumber party–ready. “She’s… — Kody Keplinger Copy Share Image
Some say that ever 'gainst the season comes Wherein our Saviour's birth is celebrated, The bird of dawning singeth all night long:… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“When spring came, even the false spring, there were no problems except where to be happiest. The only thing that could spoil… — Ernest Hemingway Copy Share Image
When lilacs last in the dooryard bloom'd / And the great star early droop'd in the western sky in the night, /… — Walt Whitman Copy Share Image
Gentle feelings produce profoundly beneficial effects upon stern natures. It is the spring rain which melts the ice-covering of the earth, and… — Fredrika Bremer Copy Share Image
In four days, I experienced five seasons. It was thirty, it was sixty, it was ninety, then it was twelve! And on… — Lewis Black Copy Share Image
Tolerance of diversity is imperative, because without it, life would lose its savor. Progress in the arts, in the sciences, in the… — Alan Barth Copy Share Image
For seeing life is but a motion of Limbs... why may we not say, that all Automata (Engines that move themselves by… — Thomas Hobbes Copy Share Image
Heroism, self-denial, and magnanimity, in all instances where they do not spring from a principle of religion, are but splendid altars on… — Charles Caleb Colton Copy Share Image
I was away from the front lines for a while this spring, living with other troops, and considerable fighting took place while… — Ernie Pyle Copy Share Image
“His very limbs feel different, as if they know that sometime soon there might be a little softness, a little love to… — Anna Keesey Copy Share Image
I'm reticent to say much more, but we would like to begin in the coming year. We'd like to shoot through the… — Madeleine Stowe Copy Share Image
When I earned my diploma from the University of Virginia in the spring of 2000, it never occurred to me before my… — Kim Brooks Copy Share Image
Amory took to writing poetry on spring afternoons, in the gardens of the big estates near Princeton, while swans made effective atmosphere… — F. Scott Fitzgerald Copy Share Image
In the spring of 1996, I was working for Nickelodeon on a show called 'Rocko's Modern Life,' and I was interested at… — Stephen Hillenburg Copy Share Image
In the same way, you were happy in spring, With the half colors of quarter-things, The slightly brighter sky, the melting clouds,… — Wallace Stevens Copy Share Image
