Quotes on May

How fair doth Nature_x000D_ _x000D_ Appear again!_x000D_ _x000D_ How bright the sunbeams!_x000D_ _x000D_ How smiles the plain! _x000D_ _x000D_ The flow'rs are bursting_x000D_ _x000D_ From ev'ry bough,_x000D_ _x000D_ And thousand voices_x000D_ _x000D_ Each bush yields now. _x000D_ _x000D_ And joy and gladness_x000D_ _x000D_ Fill ev'ry breast!_x000D_ _x000D_ Oh earth!-oh sunlight!_x000D_ _x000D_ Oh rapture blest! _x000D_ _x000D_ Oh love! oh loved one!

The breeze and the dew make tranquil the clear dawn;_x000D_ _x000D_ Behind the curtain there is one who alone is up betimes._x000D_ _x000D_ The orioles sing and the flowers smile -_x000D_ _x000D_ Whose then, after all, is the Spring?

Since thy return, through days and weeks_x000D_ _x000D_ Of hope that grew by stealth,_x000D_ _x000D_ How many wan and faded cheeks_x000D_ _x000D_ Have kindled into health!_x000D_ _x000D_ The Old, by thee revived, have said,_x000D_ _x000D_ 'Another year is ours;'_x000D_ _x000D_ And wayworn Wanderers, poorly fed,_x000D_ _x000D_ Have smiled upon thy flowers.

Winds of May, that dance on the sea,_x000D_ _x000D_ Dancing a ring-around in glee_x000D_ _x000D_ From furrow to furrow, while overhead_x000D_ _x000D_ The foam flies up to be garlanded,_x000D_ _x000D_ In silvery arches spanning the air,_x000D_ _x000D_ Saw you my true love anywhere?_x000D_ _x000D_ Welladay! Welladay!_x000D_ _x000D_ For the winds of May!_x000D_ _x000D_ Love is unhappy when love is away!

In the marvelous month of May when all the buds were bursting, then in my heart did love arise. In the marvelous month of May when all the birds were singing, then did I reveal to her my yearning and longing.

Chime out, thou little song of Spring,_x000D_ _x000D_ Float in the blue skies ravishing._x000D_ _x000D_ Thy song-of-life a joy doth bring_x000D_ _x000D_ That's sweet, albeit fleeting._x000D_ _x000D_ Float on the Spring-winds e'en to my home:_x000D_ _x000D_ And when thou to a rose shalt come_x000D_ _x000D_ That hath begun to show her bloom,_x000D_ _x000D_ Say, I send her greeting!

Oh! that we two were Maying_x000D_ _x000D_ Down the stream of the soft spring breeze;_x000D_ _x000D_ Like children with violets playing,_x000D_ _x000D_ In the shade of the whispering trees.

Spring rain leaking through the roof dripping from the wasps' nest.

The wind is tossing the lilacs,_x000D_ _x000D_ The new leaves laugh in the sun,_x000D_ _x000D_ And the petals fall on the orchard wall,_x000D_ _x000D_ But for me the spring is done._x000D_ _x000D_ Beneath the apple blossoms_x000D_ _x000D_ I go a wintry way,_x000D_ _x000D_ For love that smiled in April_x000D_ _x000D_ Is false to me in May.

I do not know what I may appear to the world, but to myself I seem to have been only a boy playing on the seashore.

We may find in the long run that tinned food is a deadlier weapon than the machine-gun.

That’s why an artist must be a warrior and, like all warriors, artists over time acquire modesty and humility. They may, some of them, conduct themselves flamboyantly in public. But alone with the work they are chaste and humble. They know they are not the source of the creations they bring into being. They only facilitate. They carry. They are the willing and skilled instruments of the gods and goddesses they serve.

One may not regard the world as a sort of metaphysical brothel for emotions.

Be a man. Discover where you are now, and go on from there, making the best of things. accept your life, and you might survive it. If you hold back from it, insisting this is not your life, not where you are meant to be, life will pass you by. You may not die from such foolishness, but you might as well be dead for all the good your life will do you or anyone else.

Go outsideamidst the simple beauty of natureand know that as long as places like this exist, there will be comfort for every sorrow, whatever the circumstances may be.

The beginnings and ends of shadow lie between the light and darkness and may be infinitely diminished and infinitely increased. Shadow is the means by which bodies display their form. The forms of bodies could not be understood in detail but for shadow.

I've found in composing that being simple and profound—having in-depthness in your music—is the most difficult thing to do. Anybody can write a whole lot of notes, which may or may not say something . . . But why make it complicated for the musicians to play? Why make it difficult for the listeners to hear?

There have been times when I could have succumbed to some form of bribe, or could have had my way by offering one. But ever since that night in Dover prison I have never been tempted to break my vow.. My Parents always drummed into me that all you have life is your reputation: you may be very rich, but if you lose your good name you'll never be happy.

We must eradicate root and branch any fear and dread in our soul concerning the future that is coming towards us... We must develop composure with regard to all the feelings and sensations we have about the future; we must anticipate with absolute equanimity whatever may be coming towards us, thinking only that whatever it may be will be brought to us by the wisdom-filled guidance of the universe.

What does it mean when a man falls in love with a radiant face across the room? It may mean that he has some soul work to do. His soul is the issue. Instead of pursuing the woman and trying to get her alone, away from her husband, he needs to go alone himself, perhaps to a mountain cabin, for three months, write poetry, canoe down a river, and dream. That would save some women a lot of trouble.

We do not pray for the sake of praying, but for the sake of being heard. We do not pray in order to listen to ourselves praying but in order that God may hear us and answer us. Also, we do not pray in order to receive just any answer: it must be God's answer.