Spring Quotations | Page 14

My heart is in a world of water and crystal, My clothes are damp in this time of spring rains.

Beneath the light, the river and hills are beautiful, The spring breeze bears the fragrance of flowers and grass. The mud has thawed, and swallows fly around. On the warm sand, mandarin ducks are sleeping.

Though a country be sundered, hills and rivers endure; And spring comes green again to trees and grasses Where petals have been shed like tears And lonely birds have sung their grief. ...After the war-fires of three months, One message from home is worth a ton of gold. ...I stroke my white hair. It has grown too thin To hold the hairpins any more.

The first day of spring was once the time for taking the young virgins into the fields, there in dalliance to set an example in fertility for nature to follow. Now we just set the clocks an hour ahead and change the oil in the crankcase.

Children hold spring so tightly in their brown fists-just as grownups, who are less sure of it, hold it in their hearts.

There is another sort of day which needs celebrating in song -- the day of days when spring at last holds up her face to be kissed, deliberate and unabashed. On that day no wind blows either in the hills or in the mind.

No matter what changes take place in the world, or in me, nothing ever seems to disturb the face of spring.

you said Is there anything which is dead or alive more beautiful than my body,to have in your fingers (trembling ever so little)? Looking into your eyes Nothing,i said,except the air of spring smelling of never and forever. ....and through the lattice which moved as if a hand is touched by a hand(which moved as though fingers touch a girl's breast, lightly) Do you believe in always,the wind said to the rain I am too busy with my flowers to believe,the rain answered

Your slightest look easily will unclose me, though I have closed myself as fingers, you open petal by petal myself a Spring opens her first rose.

The world is mud-luscious and puddle-wonderful.

It is with roses and locomotives (not to mention acrobats Spring electricity Coney Island the 4th of July the eyes of mice and Niagara Falls) that my poems are competing.

it's spring when the world is puddle-wonderful

And still the mad magnificent herald Spring assembles beauty from forgetfulness with the wild trump of April:witchery of sound and odour drives the wingless thing man forth in the bright air...

Spring is like a perhaps hand

anyone lived in a pretty how town (with up so floating many bells down) spring summer autumn winter he sang his didn't he danced his did.

In just - Spring when the world is mud- luscious the little lame balloonman whistles far and wee

O sweet spontaneous earth how often has the naughty thumb of science prodded thy beauty thou answereth them only with spring.

since feeling is first who pays any attention to the syntax of things will never wholly kiss you; wholly to be a fool while Spring is in the world my blood approves, and kisses are a far better fate than wisdom lady i swear by all flowers. Don't cry --the best gesture of my brain is less than your eyelids' flutter which says we are for eachother: then laugh, leaning back in my arms for life's not a paragraph And death i think is no parenthesis

wholly to be a fool while Spring is in the world my blood approves, and kisses are a far better fate than wisdom lady i swear by all flowers.

Always it’s Spring)and everyone’s in love and flowers pick themselves.

O sweet spontaneous earth how often have the doting fingers of prurient philosophers pinched and poked thee ,has the naughty thumb of science prodded thy beauty .how often have religions taken thee upon their scraggy knees squeezing and buffeting thee that thou mightest conceive gods (but true to the incomparable couch of death thy rhythmic lover thou answerest them only with spring)

So, when kiss Spring comes we'll kiss each kiss other on kiss the kiss lips because tic clocks tock don't make a toctic difference to kisskiss you and to kiss me.

Spring slattern of seasons you have soggy legs and a muddy petticoat drowsy is your hair your eyes are sticky with dream and you have a sloppy body from being brought to bed of crocuses when you sing in your whisky voice the grass rises on the head of the earth and all the trees are put on edge spring of the excellent jostle of thy hips and the superior

because it's Spring thingS dare to do people (& not the other way round)because it 's A pril Lives lead their own persons(in stead of everybodyelse's)but what's wholly marvellous my Darling is that you & i are more than you & i(be ca us e It's we)

Lilacs, False Blue, White, Purple, Colour of lilac, Your great puffs of flowers Are everywhere in this my New England ... Lilacs in dooryards Holding quiet conversation with an early moon; Lilacs watching a deserted house; ... Lilacs, wind-beaten, staggering under a lopsided shock of bloom, You are everywhere.

And seemingly as winter has become spring, confusion has become insight.

Trust. We stake our lives on it, but it's a subject that not even the Gallagher Academy can teach. When do you let your guard down? Who do you let in? And I knew at that moment, as I sat beside my mother, bathing in the warm spring light, that those were the questions a good spy never stops asking

And then, despite everything, I smiled and looked at the note and knew that spring would come —it always does. so I stared out that cold window, watching my breath collect on the glass, trying not to think about my life after the thaw.

It is spring, moonless night in the small town, starless and bible-black, the cobbledstreets silent and the hunched courters'-and-rabbits' wood limping invisible down to the sloeblack, slow, black, crowblack, fishingboat-bobbing sea.

Beginning with doom in the bulb, the spring unravels....

To begin at the beginning: It is a spring moonless night in the small town, starless and bible-black.

Has he (Rickey Henderson) ever been here (Spring Training) the first day? You have to say Rickey's consistent. That's what you want in a ballplayer - consistency.

Autumn is a season followed immediately by looking forward to spring.

If you could have the arms of Hercules, legs as swift as the wind. If you could leap shoulder high above the rim, have the kick of a dolphin, the reflexes of a cat. If you could have all these, you would have the body, you would have the tools. But you would not have greatness until you understand that the strongest muscle is the heart. To me, that's the soul of the Olympic Games.

We must not suppose that, because a man is a rational animal, he will, therefore, always act rationally; or, because he has such or such a predominant passion, that he will act invariably and consequentially in pursuit of it. No, we are complicated machines; and though we have one main spring that gives motion to the whole, we have an infinity of little wheels, which, in their turns, retard, precipitate, and sometime stop that motion.

Don't go fighting against the Spring.

Do you suppose there's any difference between spring in nature and spring in man? But there we go, praising the one and condemning the other as improper, ashamed that the same laws work eternally through both.

The APR provides a real-time snapshot of what is happening with our individual student-athletes today. However, it does not address some of the realities that exist in sports played during the spring semester, where student-athletes accept professional opportunities before graduating or before exhausting their eligibility.

Religion, mysticism and magic all spring from the same basic 'feeling' about the universe: a sudden feeling of meaning, which human beings sometimes 'pick up' accidentally, as your radio might pick up some unknown station. Poets feel that we are cut off from meaning by a thick, lead wall, and that sometimes for no reason we can understand the wall seems to vanish and we are suddenly overwhelmed with a sense of the infinite interestingness of things.

I suppose the best kind of spring morning is the best weather God has to offer.

Yet, though it is like this, simply, flowers fall amid our longing and weeds spring up amid our antipathy.

Middle age is the way you would feel about summer if you knew there would never be another spring.

Happiness is caused by things that happen around me, and circumstances will mar it; but joy flows right on through trouble; joy flows in the night as well as in the day; joy flows through persecution and opposition. It is an unceasing fountain bubbling up in the heart; a secret spring the world can't see and doesn't know anything about.

Were not the disadvantages of slavery too obvious to stand in need of it, I might enumerate and describe the tedious train of calamities inseparable from it. I might show that it is fatal to religion and morality; that it tends to debase the mind, and corrupt its noblest springs of action. I might show that it relaxes the sinews of industry, clips the wings of commerce, and introduces misery and indigence in every shape.

Hark! the hours are softly calling Bidding Spring arise To listen to the rain-drops falling From the cloudy skies To listen to Earth’s weary voices Louder every day Bidding her no longer linger On her charm’d way But hasten to her task of beauty Scarcely yet begun.

Any violence which does not spring from a spiritual base, will be wavering and uncertain. It lacks the stability which can only rest in a fanatical outlook.

Only in the steady and constant application of force lies the very first prerequisite for success. This persistence, however, can always and only arise from a definite spiritual conviction. Any violence which does not spring from a firm, spiritual base, will be wavering and uncertain.

The deal was brought to me by a business broker in spring 2005. We went through due diligence - meeting with their brokers and meeting with some of their clients.

She turned to the sunlight And shook her yellow head, And whispered to her neighbor: "Winter is dead.

The people's awe and innate fear will hold injustice back by day, by night, so long as the people leave the laws intact, just as they are: muddy the cleanest spring, and all you'll have to drink is muddy water.

Enthusiasm springs from the imagination, and self-sacrifice from the heart. Women are, therefore, more naturally heroic than men. All nations have in their annals some of these miracles of patriotism, of which woman is the instrument in the hands of God.

spring is super in the supermarkets and the strawberries prance and glow never mind that they're all kinda tart and tasteless as strawberries go meanwhile wild things are not for sale anymore than they are for show so i'll be outside, in love with the kind of beauty it takes more than eyes to know

You can crush the flowers, but you can't stop the spring.

Spring and summer 1942 was probably the worst period of internal terror in Slovakia. It was also the time of mass deportation of Slovak Jews to the extermination camps in Poland.

Behold, we know not anything; I can but trust that good shall fall At last-far off-at last, to all, And every winter change to spring.

Flower in the crannied wall, I pluck you out of the crannies, I hold you here, root and all, in my hand, Little flower-but if I could understand What you are, root and all, all in all, I should know what God and man is.

Earth is dry to the center, But spring, a new comer, A spring rich and strange, Shall make the winds blow Round and round, Thro' and thro' , Here and there, Till the air And the ground Shall be fill'd with life anew.

In the Spring a livelier iris changes on the burnish'd dove; In the Spring a young man's fancy lightly turns to thoughts of love.

Your God still walks in Eden, between the ancient trees, Where Youth and Love go wading through pools of primroses. And this is the sign we bring you, before the darkness fall, That Spring is risen, is risen again, That Life is risen, is risen again, That Love is risen, is risen again, and Love is Lord of all.

Blossom by blossom the spring begins.

For winter's rains and ruins are over, And all the season of snows and sins; The days dividing lover and lover, The light that loses, the night that wins; And time remembered isgrief forgotten, And frosts are slain and flowers begotten, And in green underwood and cover Blossom by blossom the spring begins.

We, drinking love at the furthest springs, Covered with love as a covering tree, We had grown as gods, as the gods above, Filled from the heart to the lips with love, Held fast in his hands, clothed warm with his wings, O love, my love, had you loved but me!

When the hounds of Spring are on winter's traces, The mother of months in meadow or plain Fills the shadows and windy places With lisp of leaves and ripple of rain.

The sun is all about the world we see, the breath and strength of every spring.

For winter's rains and ruins are over... And in Green under wood and cover Blossum by blossom the spring begins.

Could Hamlet have been written by a committee, or the "Mona Lisa" painted by a club? Could the New Testament have been composed as a conference report? Creative ideas do not spring from groups. They spring from individuals. The divine spark leaps from the finger of God to the finger of Adam, whether it takes ultimate shape in a law of physics or a law of the land, a poem or a policy, a sonata or a mechanical computer.

The most delicious sensation of all is the re-birth of healthy human love. Spring coming back to Earth!

We are all naturally seekers of wonders. We travel far to see the majesty of old ruins, the venerable forms of the hoary mountains, great waterfalls, and galleries of art. And yet the world's wonder is all around us; the wonder of setting suns, and evening stars, of the magic spring-time, the blossoming of the trees, the strange transformations of the moth..

I swear that I'm dying slowly but it's happening, and if the perfect spring is waiting somewhere... just take me there.

You know, without my telling you, how sometimes a word or name eludes you, and you seek it through running ghosts of shadow -- leaping at it, lying in wait for it to spring upon it, spreading faint snares for it of sense or sound: until, of a sudden, as if in a phantom forest, you hear it, see it flash among the branches, and scarcely knowing how, suddenly have it.

The living self has one purpose only: to come into its own fullness of being, as a tree comes into full blossom, or a bird into spring beauty, or a tiger into lustre.

There are a lot of grasslands that are crisp. And the spring forecasts are leaning toward dry. Every week that passes without a major storm - the fire danger goes up.

There are a lot of Michigan people who live in that area well into the spring and they wanted to do something. This was their opportunity.

There are a lot of myths about what the evidence is in this case, ... Some of them are misunderstandings based upon erroneous media reports, some spring from confusion in the evidence itself, and some are the result of concerted partisan distortion.

There are a lot of really talented teams out there for team tennis. And they all have kind of unique assets. Some are strong in doubles, others in singles. So that will make for an interesting spring regional meet.

The real point is that all this is happening without rules and boundaries and thought and legislation. The information is now so unlimited and so discretionary, and the privacy issues spring from that lack of boundaries.

We're trying to give him a shot on defense. He wanted to move over, which is great. It will put him a little ahead for spring ball if he is going to be a linebacker.

We returned from Spring Break healthy this year. We were plagued with multiple injuries very early in the season. We now have a full roster again. I'm excited.

We budget to hit slightly above break-even every year. Last year we were able to exceed that plan a little bit. That money has gone back into the facility, our spring training facility and our payroll.

Welcome to this happiest of traditions at the White House. In Washington, we know that spring has arrived when the White House lawn is filled with children for the Easter egg hunt.

We like Ryan Nece, ... Jeff (Gooch) and Ryan have had a real competitive battle this spring and summer.

When Keith was getting recruited in the spring of his junior year, teams like Michigan State, Iowa, Michigan, Virginia Tech were stopping by, and one of the recruiters said, 'Palisades? I've driven this 611 route at least 100 times in 20 years between Easton and CB West and I never even knew there was a school here,' ... Now that Keith brought that attention, some other kids have gotten letters (from colleges). It's opened avenues for some of the other guys.

We'll just have to see how much missing spring practice has hurt him. I think we've got to be careful. I'm anxious to see where he's at from a mental and physical standpoint.

We asked a lot of our players, and they did a lot. I'm happy with the way Spring Training went, and I just want it to carry over.

We don't need to have a flight this spring to make the 19 flights.

We were very nervous in the first half. We surrendered too much possession. We can still spring a surprise in Barcelona.

We clearly separated ourselves from everyone else in the fall. We didn't want to be complacent with that. We wanted to look at the spring as a brand-new season and not rest on our laurels. We set out to show that the fall was not a fluke and that we didn't just play well in a few tournaments.

We can't overcome the fact that we don't have an owner yet. All we can promise them is by the beginning of spring training we'll have one -- at least I think we can promise that.

We don't believe the tournament is going to create any greater number of injuries than spring training itself would.

We don't believe the tournament will create more injuries than spring training otherwise would.

We ran a couple of large-scale operations in the spring of 2004, during which we captured a large number of enemy combatants, Our system for releasing detainees whose intelligence value turned out to be negligible did not keep pace with the numbers we were bringing in.

We really don't have a diagnosis at this point in time. (Helton) was sick in Arizona (during spring training). It was more of upper respiratory (discomfort), but his stomach was upset too. We're really not calling it anything. That's why we're running tests on him.

We're all excited to get going. We had a lot going on in spring training. It feels good to know the season is finally here.

We have been pleased with the way he has developed into the vocal leader of our defense. Through the spring and summer I think there was some question about him being our guy, but early this season it became clear to everyone he was ready for the job. The first half of the season he was our best football player on the defense, period. ... He's been a rock and everyone has leaned on him.

We don't want to comment on what's going on up there if it could have some negative implication for our team. And I think there's no purpose. Everyone knows the rivalry is a heated one, and that we have a lot of respect for them and they for us. But I don't see what good it does to make bold predictions on the first day of spring training.

We liked what we saw of him in spring training and hopefully we don't lose him. But he wasn't getting the at-bats here and there wasn't the (likelihood) for him to get at-bats.

Creativity springs from the yearning to be the fullness of who you are.

This whole spring has been tough because Aaron and I have become good friends. I know his preference is to start. I know I'm getting an opportunity and I'm happy about that, but I know it means he's giving up something he wants to do. I know this is about what Aaron can do in the bullpen.

This will be a great experience to see how our players compete against a great team like Team Canada. The spring is used to develop your players and this will be a good game to do just that.

There is a big difference between the first day of spring and the first spring day.