Willa Cather Quotes
There was only - spring itself, the throb of it, the light restlessness, the vital essence of it everywhere; in the sky, in the swift clouds, in the pale sunshine, and in the warm high wind - rising suddenly, sinking suddenly, impulsive ... If I had been tossed down blindfold on that red prairie, I should have known that it was spring.
Willa Cather
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I got to the big leagues when I was 20. I thought I had it all figured out. Went to spring training that next year and started off well, got sent down, and I pouted pretty much all of 2000. And it wasn't the right way to handle it.
Vernon Wells
Let peace, descending from her native heaven, bid her olives spring amidst the joyful nations; and plenty, in league with commerce, scatter blessings from her copious hand!
Daniel Boone
All the teaching I had ever received had failed to make me apply such intelligence as I was possessed of, directly and vividly: there had never been any sunshine, as regards language, in the earlier grey days of learning, for the sky had always pelted with gerunds and optatives.
E. F. Benson
For those of us imprisoned in Poland, the Prague Spring was a harbinger of hope.
Adam Michnik
I went to Rosemary Beach, Florida, for the first time in the spring of 2012.
Abbi Glines
Between work and the kids, I never see anyone anymore. I mean, when I first met with ABC last spring, and they asked me what I'd been doing lately, I said: 'Gee, I have two kids. I'm usually covered with food, wrinkled and feel guilty all the time.
Felicity Huffman
The heavy is the root of the light. The tranquil is the ruler of the hasty.
Lao Tzu
I've found my true calling in life, and I'm living life on my terms.
Kai Greene
What characterizes a poem is its necessary dependence on words as much as its struggle to transcend them.
Octavio Paz
We must not have an economy that discourages and chases away investors from investing in South Africa.
Cyril Ramaphosa
If I could not be persuaded into doing what I thought wrong, I never will be tricked into it.
Jane Austen
There was only - spring itself, the throb of it, the light restlessness, the vital essence of it everywhere; in the sky, in the swift clouds, in the pale sunshine, and in the warm high wind - rising suddenly, sinking suddenly, impulsive ... If I had been tossed down blindfold on that red prairie, I should have known that it was spring.
Willa Cather