Just as I wonder whether it's going to die, the orchid blossoms and I can't explain why it moves my heart, why… — Sam Hamill Copy Share Image
The apostle Paul never seemed to exhaust the topic of grace - what makes us think we can? He just kept coming… — Max Lucado Copy Share Image
When I was a kid growing up, we had a cherry tree in the backyard, 100 years old. I climbed it, and… — Andrew Wyatt Copy Share Image
Nothing is so beautiful as spring- When weeds in wheels, shoot long and lovely and lush;... — Gerard Manley Hopkins Copy Share Image
The sincerity of the art worker must permeate the song as naturally as the green leaves break through the dead branches in… — Alma Gluck Copy Share Image
Never yet was a springtime, when the buds forgot to bloom. — Margaret Elizabeth Sangster Copy Share Image
It is the sweetest spring within the memory of man. So green, so mild, so beautiful! Ah, what a contrast between nature… — Arthur Conan Doyle Copy Share Image
Spring hangs her infant blossoms on the trees, Rock'd in the cradle of the western breeze. — William Cowper Copy Share Image
It was autumn, the springtime of death. Rain spattered the rotting leaves, and a wild wind wailed. Death was singing in the… — Tom Robbins Copy Share Image
Mathematical discoveries, like springtime violets in the woods, have their season which no man can hasten or retard. — Janos Bolyai Copy Share Image
If all flowers wanted to be roses, nature would lose her springtime beauty and the fields would no longer be decked out… — Therese of Lisieux Copy Share Image
Beauty is a form of Genius--is higher, indeed, than Genius, as it needs no explanation. It is one of the great facts… — Oscar Wilde Copy Share Image
A single crocus blossom ought to be enough to convince our heart that springtime, no matter how predictable, is somehow a gift,… — David Steindl-Rast Copy Share Image
I played a heap of snow in a school play. I was under a sheet, and crawled out when spring came. I… — Stellan Skarsgard Copy Share Image
O the green things growing, the green things growing, The faint sweet smell of the green things growing! I should like to… — Dinah Maria Murlock Craik Copy Share Image
The breath of springtime at this twilight hour Comes through the gathering glooms, And bears the stolen sweets of many a flower… — William C. Bryant Copy Share Image
Desert springtime, with flowers popping up all over the place, trees leafing out, streams gushing down from the mountains. Great time of… — Edward Abbey Copy Share Image
Blackberry winter, the time when the hoarforst lies on the blackberry blossoms; without this frost the berries will not set. It is… — Margaret Mead Copy Share Image
The youngster in me is still alive and kicking. I was infected by music at a very young age, so it's always… — Charles Lloyd Copy Share Image
Yesterday the twig was brown and bare; To-day the glint of green is there; Tomorrow will be leaflets spare; I know no… — Liberty Hyde Bailey Copy Share Image
“You are my wine, my joy, My garden, my springtime, My slumber, my repose, Without you, I can't cope.” — Rumi Copy Share Image
The air and the earth interpenetrated in the warm gusts of spring; the soil was full of sunlight, and the sunlight full… — Willa Cather Copy Share Image
Choose action, not rest. Choose the good in life in all things, and choose the opportunity as well as the chance to… — Jim Rohn Copy Share Image
