Spring Quotes
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What is precious is never to forget, The delight of the blood drawn from ancient springs, Breaking through rocks in worlds before our earth; Never to deny its pleasure in the simple morning light, Nor its grave evening demand for love; Never to allow gradually the traffic to smother, With noise and fog the flowering of the spirit.
Stephen Spender
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When lilacs last in the dooryard bloom'd / And the great star early droop'd in the western sky in the night, / I mourn'd, and yet shall mourn with ever-returning spring.
Walt Whitman
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I think you have a case of either 'testitis' or 'I Didn't Do My Homework Syndrome'. It's common in the Spring.
Ellen Schreiber
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Ask of Her, the mighty Mother.
Her reply puts this other
Question: What is Spring?-
Growth in every thing -
Flesh and fleece, fur and feather,
Grass and green world all together,
Star-eyed strawberry breasted
Throstle above Her nested
Cluster of bugle blue eggs thin
Forms and warms the life within,
And bird and blossom swell
In sod or sheath or shell.
Gerard Manley Hopkins
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I love baseball. I'll probably end up one of those old farts who go to spring training in Florida every year and drive from game to game all day.
Steve Earle
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Words uttered under coercion are proof of loyalty to nothing but self-interest. Love of country must spring from willing hearts and free minds.
Hugo Black
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Your hands are tied in action, but your hands are not tied in imagination and everything springs forth from the imagination. Everything.
Esther Hicks
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America overflows with specious "victims" demanding redress for spurious grievances. However, one genuinely oppressed minority is getting overdue relief. Beginning with spring training in Arizona and Florida, Major League Baseball, taking pity on traumatized pitchers, is directing umpires to enforce the strike zone.
George Will
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Winter always turns into Spring.
Gautama Buddha
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But hushed be every thought that springs From out the bitterness of things.
William Wordsworth
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Departing summer hath assumed
An aspect tenderly illumed,
The gentlest look of spring;
That calls from yonder leafy shade
Unfaded, yet prepared to fade,
A timely carolling.
William Wordsworth
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Spring is a beautiful piece of work; and not to be in the country to see it done is the not realizing what glorious masters we are, and how cheerfully, minutely, and unflaggingly the fair fingers of the season broider the world for us.
Nathaniel Parker Willis
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Life - life - life! 'Tis the sole great thing
This side of death,
Heart on heart in the wonder of Spring!
William Ernest Henley
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Earth is dry to the centre,
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.
Alfred Lord Tennyson
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The way to make coaches think you're in shape in the spring is to get a tan.
Edward Charles Ford
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Come to the orchard in Spring.
There is light and wine, and sweethearts
in the pomegranate flowers.
If you do not come, these do not matter.
If you do come, these do not matter.
Rumi
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Why always "not yet"? Do flowers in spring say "not yet"?
Norman Douglas
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I love playing this game and every spring training feels like the first.
Rickey Henderson
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Because I want to get a lot done, I can sometimes do that in the flesh. If I don't rest in the Lord, and enjoy him as I should, my action doesn't spring from my identity and enjoyment of Christ. When that happens, I end up getting the glory rather than Jesus.
Francis Chan
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I think that no matter how old or infirm I may become, I will always plant a large garden in the spring. Who can resist the feelings of hope and joy that one gets from participating in nature's rebirth?
Edward Giobbi
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And for all this, nature is never spent; There lives the dearest freshness deep down things; And though the last lights off the black West went Oh, morning, at the brown brink eastward, springs— Because the Holy Ghost over the bent World broods with warm breast and with ah! bright wings.
Gerard Manley Hopkins
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In the spring of her twenty-second year, Sumire fell in love for the first time in her life.
Haruki Murakami
