Spring Quote by William H. Gass Download Open image ““In the spring I'd shit with the door open, watching the blackbirds”” — William H. Gass ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ 4.1 out of 5 (6 ratings) Copy quoteShare Spring
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“Once upon a time there was a little blackbird, pushed out of the nest, unwanted.” — Amy Harmon Copy Share Image
“That was one of the most rewarding things about spending nights in the open. Birds were bound to wake you up, and whether they… — Ngũgĩ wa Thiong’o Copy Share Image
“When spring knocks at your door, regardless of the time of year or season of our lives, run, do not walk to that door,… — Jeffrey R. Anderson Copy Share Image
“Last night, the stars on the water were trap doors. The crows with their charred wings are complaining to a hawk. It’s time to… — Richard Jackson Copy Share Image
“Blackbird singing in the dead of night Take these broken wings and learn to fly All your life You were only waiting for this… — The Beatles Copy Share Image
“The birds they sang at the break of day. Start again!! I heard them say” — Leonard Cohen Copy Share Image
“When she had fallen asleep on me, and the saw in the yard was quiet, and a blackbird was singing as the colors of… — Bernhard Schlink Copy Share Image
“Today, when I stepped outside, I got shit on by a bird. But I'm still going back outside tomorrow.” — Christie Craig Copy Share Image
“I had heard that I was in the wrong place, and my soul sang for joy, like a bird in spring.” — G.K. Chesterton Copy Share Image
“Birds are flying over the garden. What are you doing inside the house? Join them! If you can’t join them, at least open the… — Mehmet Murat ildan Copy Share Image
“Try to remember that artists in these catastrophic times, along with the serious scientists, are the only salvation for us, if there is to… — William H. Gass Copy Share Image
“If someone asks me, “Why do you write?” I can reply by pointing out that it is a very dumb question. Nevertheless, there is an answer. I write because I hate. A lot. Hard. And if someone asks me the inevitable next dumb question, “Why do you write the way you do?” I must answer that I wish to make… — William H. Gass Copy Share
The things that stayed were things that didn't matter except they stayed, night and day, all seasons the same, and were peaceful to a… — William H. Gass Copy Share Image
When book and reader's furrowed brow meet, it isn't always the book that's stupid. — William H. Gass Copy Share Image
“It's a simple world for her. A curtain fluttering - that's how she is - lives, moves - obediently, yet with every appearnace of… — William H. Gass Copy Share Image
“I dreamed my lips would drift down your back like a skiff on a river. I'd follow a vein with the point of my… — William H. Gass Copy Share Image
“Yes, we call it recursive, the act of reading, of looping the loop, of continually returning to an earlier group of words, behaving like Penelope by moving our mind back and forth, forth and back, reweaving what’s unwoven, undoing what’s been done; and language, which regularly returns us to its origin, which starts us off again on the same journey,… — William H. Gass Copy Share
“Then let us have a language worthy of our world, a democratic style where rich and well-born nouns can roister with some sluttish verb yet find themselves content and uncomplained of. We want a diction which contains the quaint, the rare, the technical, the obsolete, the old, the lent, the nonce, the local slang and argot of the street, in… — William H. Gass Copy Share
We must take our sentences seriously, which means we must understand them philosophically, and the odd thing is that the few who do, who take them with utter sober seriousness, the utter sober seriousness of right-wing parsons and political saviors, the owners of Pomeranians, are the liars who want to be believed, the novelists and poets, who know that the… — William H. Gass Copy Share
We converse as we live by repeating, by combining and recombining a few elements over and over again just as nature does when of… — William H. Gass Copy Share Image
A Light exists in Spring Not present on the Year At any other period - When March is scarcely here A Color stands abroad On Solitary Fields That Science cannot overtake But Human Nature feels. It waits upon the Lawn, It shows the furthest Tree Upon the furthest Slope you know It almost speaks to you. Then as Horizons step… — Emily Dickinson Copy Share
The old men of the village of Mahotière say that the Mistress of the Water is a mulatto woman. At midnight she comes out of the spring and sings while combing her dripping long hair, which makes a sound sweeter than a violin. It is a song of perdition for whomever hears it. There is no sign of the Cross,… — Jacques Roumain Copy Share
Spring training means flowers, people coming outdoors, sunshine, optimism and baseball. Spring training is a time to think about being young again. — Ernie Banks Copy Share Image
This, at last, was where things were as they ought to be. Everything was in its place -- the tree, the earth underneath, the rock, the moss. In autumn, it would be right; in winter under the snow, it would be perfect in its wintriness. Spring would come again and miracle within miracle would unfold, each at its special pace,… — Jean Liedloff Copy Share
With the Capital One Bowl, the average fan might think whoopty do. But if you are a team member, you win that game and… — Kirk Herbstreit 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 us all and showing us over and over again the birth, life, death, and resurrection of his only begotten Son, our Savior, Jesus Christ, our Lord. It was like a best-loved story being told day after day with… — Francine Rivers Copy Share
History is, in its essentials, the science of change. It knows and it teaches that it is impossible to find two events that are… — Marc Bloch Copy Share Image
And the seasons they go 'round and 'round And the painted ponies go up and down We're captive on the carousel of time We… — Joni Mitchell Copy Share Image
The American spring is by no means so agreeable as the American autumn; both move with faltering step, and slow; but this lingering pace,… — Frances Trollope Copy Share Image
The spring came suddenly, bursting upon the world as a child bursts into a room, with a laugh and a shout and hands full… — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share Image
Comerado, this is no book,Who touches this, touches a man,(Is it night? Are we here alone?)It is I you hold, and who holds you,I… — Walt Whitman Copy Share Image
