Every season can be allergy season, depending on what you're allergic to. — Clara Chung Copy Share Image
Who are the violets now That strew the lap of the new-come spring? — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Shatner will spin lines in ways you don't see coming - he winds the audience down like a spring and hits the… — Will Sasso Copy Share Image
The wealthy man is not he who has money, but he who has the means to live in the luxurious state of… — Anton Chekhov Copy Share Image
I think, if I've learned anything over the years, it is that every single season is a unique one. — Jeff Probst Copy Share Image
Long stormy spring-time, wet contentious April, winter chilling the lap of very May; but at length the season of summer does come. — Thomas Carlyle Copy Share Image
I soared above the song birds And never heard them sing I lived my life in winter And then you brought the… — Randall Wallace Copy Share Image
How many Sundays – how many hundreds of Sundays like this – lay ahead of me? “Quiet, peaceful and lonely,” I said… — Haruki Murakami Copy Share Image
Much earnest philosphical thought is born of the life which springs from close association with nature. — Laura Gilpin Copy Share Image
“The April's in her eyes: it is love's Spring, And these the showers to bring it on..” — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
This war did not spring up on our land, this war was brought upon us by the children of the Great Father… — Spotted Tail Copy Share Image
I don't believe the half I hear, Nor the quarter of what I see! But I have one faith, sublime and true,… — Carolyn Wells Copy Share Image
There is a road from the eye to the heart that does not go through the intellect. Men do not quarrel about… — Gilbert K. Chesterton Copy Share Image
I grew up on a farm. We learned that there was a season to plant, a season to water, and season to… — John Wooden Copy Share Image
Los Angeles has no seasons, so it's kind of hard to keep track of time here. The lines between spring, summer, fall,… — Kris Kidd Copy Share Image
“The seasons of my heart change like the seasons of the fields. There are seasons of wonder and hope, seasons of suffering… — Macrina Wiederkehr Copy Share Image
Therefore the moon, the governess of floods, Pale in her anger washes all the air, That rheumatic diseases do abound; And through… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
During the Arab Spring, I learned all sorts of things from Twitter. I wouldn't necessarily trust that information, but it gave me… — Nicholas Kristof Copy Share Image
As Darwin puts it in The Descent of Man, 'Male snakes, though appearing so sluggish, are amorous.' Isn't that just like Darwin?… — Will Cuppy Copy Share Image
Spring is beautiful everywhere, but it is more than beautiful in Lebanon. Spring is the spirit of an unknown God speeding through… — Khalil Gibran Copy Share Image
I like to make my voice sound like a piece of tin that's been stuck on the side of a chair, lifted… — Robert Plant Copy Share Image
The seasons alter: hoary-headed frosts Fall in the fresh lap of the crimson rose, And on old Hiems' thin and icy crown… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Jacob wrote that the true poet 'is like a man who is happy anywhere, in endless measure, if he is allowed to… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
It is no secret. All power is one in source and end, I think. Years and distances, stars and candles, water and… — Ursula K. Le Guin Copy Share Image
The fault-finder will find faults even in paradise. Love your life, poor as it is. You may perhaps have some pleasant, thrilling,… — Henry David Thoreau Copy Share Image
Cal says that humans are made from the nuclear ash of dead stars. He says that when I die, I'll return to… — Jenny Downham Copy Share Image
Seasons change just as hearts do, so be mindful of how you treat another. — Hudson Mudzviti Copy Share Image
Like the seeds dreaming beneath the snow your heart dreams of spring. — Khalil Gibran Copy Share Image
Doubt springs from the mind; faith is the daughter of the soul. — Jean Antoine Petit-Senn Copy Share Image
Lonely are the seasons Lonely are the years So lonely am I, that it brings tears. — Azgraybebly Josland Copy Share Image
From every ruin, life springs up again and everything that dies is born again. — Isabelle Eberhardt Copy Share Image
You have to be like a clock spring, wound but not loose at the same time. — Dave Winfield Copy Share Image
