Spring Quotes Quotes

Sit quietly, doing nothing, spring comes, and the grass grows by itself

Zen Koan

As winter weather settles in around the country, millions of American families are facing skyrocketing home heating prices with even greater impact if cold temperatures persist into the spring.

Russ Carnahan

Revolutions are not trifles, but spring from trifles.

Aristotle

Another powerful principle of our nature, which is the spring of war, is the passion for superiority, for triumph, for power. The human mind is aspiring, impatient of inferiority, and eager for preeminence and control.

William Ellery Channing

Fallen from his lofty and heroic station; now finally restored to the perception of truth; weighed to earth by the recollection of his own deeds; consoled no longer by a consciousness of rectitude, for the loss of offspring and wife a loss for which he was indebted to his own misguided hand; Wieland was transformed at once into the man of sorrow?

Charles Brockden Brown

This damnable sex, boys - ah, you do well to writhe in your beds at the very mention of the word. All the evil of our modern times springs from unholy lust, the act of the dog and the bitch on the bouncing bed, limbs going like traction engines, the divine gift of articulate speech diminished to squeals and groans and pantings. It is terrible, terrible, an abomination before God and His Holy Mother. Lust is the fount of all other of the deadly sins, leading to pride of the flesh, covetousness of the flesh, anger in the thwarting of desire, gluttony to feed the spent body to be at it again, envy of the sexual prowess and sexual success of others, sloth to admit enervating day-dreams of lust. Only in the married state, by Gods holy grace, is it sanctified, for then it becomes the means of begetting fresh souls for the peopling of the Kingdom of Heaven.

Anthony Burgess

We look for romance in the well-cultivated garden-plots, and when it springs out of virgin soil we are surprised, though any fool might know it was the natural place for it.

John Buchan, 1st Baron Tweedsmuir

O Balder, he who fashiond us, And bade us live and move, Shall weave for Deaths sad heavenly hair Immortal flowers of love. Ah! never faild my servant Death, Wheneer I named his name, But at my bidding he hath flown As swift as frost or flame. Yea, as a sleuth-hound tracks a man, And finds his form, and springs, So hath he hunted down the gods As well as human things! Yet only thro the strength of Death A god shall fall or rise A thousand lie on the cold snows, Stone still, with marble eyes. But whosoeer shall conquer Death, Tho mortal man he be, Shall in his season rise again, And live, with thee, and me! And whosoeer loves mortals most Shall conquer Death the best, Yea, whosoeer grows beautiful Shall grow divinely blest. The white Christ raised his shining face To that still brightning sky. Only the beautiful shall abide, Only the base shall die!

Robert Williams Buchanan

Tho' the world could turn from you, This, at least, I learn from you: Beauty and Truth, tho' never found, are worthy to be sought, The singer, upward-springing, Is grander than his singing, And tranquil self-sufficing joy illumes the dark of thought. This, at least, you teach me, In a revelation: That gods still snatch, as worthy death, the soul in its aspiration.

Robert Williams Buchanan

Our loyalties are to the species and the planet. We speak for Earth. Our obligation to survive is owed not just to ourselves but also to that Cosmos, ancient and vast, from which we spring.

Dr. Carl Sagan

In spring time, love is carried on the breeze. Watch out for flying passion or kisses whizzing by your head.

Emma Racine deFleur

The force that makes the winter grow Its feathered hexagons of snow, and drives the bee to match at home Their calculated honeycomb, Is abacus and rose combined. An icy sweetness fills my mind, A sense that under thing and wing Lies, taut yet living, coiled, the spring.

Jacob Bronowski

All cruelty springs from weakness.

Lucius Annaeus Seneca

All flesh is one: what matter scores; Or color of the suit Or if the helmet glints with blue or gold? All is one bold achievement, All is fine spring-found-again-in-autumn day When juices run in antelopes along our blood, And green our flag, forever green

Ray Douglas Bradbury

A Spring returns, and they more youthful made; But Man grows old, lies down, remains where once he's laid.

Anne Bradstreet

The loathing of mankind is a force that surprises and overwhelms one, fed by hundreds of springs concealed his subconsciousness. One only detects its presence after having long entertained it unawares.

Georg Morris Cohen Brandes

Beneath the crisp and wintry carpet hid A million buds but stay their blossoming And trustful birds have built their nests amid The shuddering boughs, and only wait to sing Till one soft shower from the south shall bid And hither tempt the pilgrim steps of Spring.

Robert Seymour Bridges

Out of need springs desire, and out of desire springs the energy and the will to win.

Denis Waitley

People ask me what I do in winter when there's no baseball. I'll tell you what I do. I stare out the window and wait for spring

Rogers Hornsby

Don't tell me about the world. Not today. It's springtime and they're knocking baseball around fields where the grass is damp and green in the morning and the kids are trying to hit the curve ball

Pete Hamill

That's the true harbinger of spring, not crocuses or swallows returning to Capistrano, but the sound of a bat on a ball

Bill Veeck

It breaks your heart. It is designed to break your heart. The game begins in spring, when everything else begins again, and it blossoms in the summer, filling the afternoons and evenings, and then as soon as the chill rains come, it stops and leaves you to face the fall alone

A. Bartlett Giamatti,

I knew the Spring was come. I knew it even Better than all by this, that through my chase In bush and stone and hill and sea and heaven I seem'd to see and follow still your face. Your face my quarry was. For it I rode, My horse a thing of wings, myself a god.

Wilfrid Scawen Blunt

People ask me what I do in winter when there's no baseball. I'll tell you what I do. I stare out the window and wait for spring

Rogers Hornsby
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