Explore Quotes on Spring

Gratitude is the fairest blossom which springs from the soul.

A person without a sense of humor is like a wagon without springs. It's jolted by every pebble on the road.

I always wanted to be a dentist from the time I was in high school, and I was accepted to dental school in the spring of 1972. I was planning to go, but after the Olympics there were other opportunities.

When the spring comes, we will manure the plains of Kosova with the bones of Serbs, for we Albanians have suffered too much to forget.

One may prefer spring and summer to autumn and winter, but preference is hardly to the point. The earth turns, and we live in the grain of nature, turning with it.

My Soul gave me good counsel, teaching me never to delight in praise or to be distressed by reproach. Before my Soul taught me, I doubted the value of my accomplishments until the passing days sent someone who would extol or disparage them. But now I know that trees blossom in the spring and give their fruits in the summer without any desire for accolades. And they scatter their leaves abroad in the fall and denude themselves in the winter without fear of reproof.

We are part of nature, a product of a long evolutionary journey. To some degree, we carry the ancient oceans in our blood. … Our brains and nervous systems did not suddenly spring into existence without long antecedents in natural history. That which we most prize as integral to our humanity - our extraordinary capacity to think on complex conceptual levels - can be traced back to the nerve network of primitive invertebrates, the ganglia of a mollusk, the spinal cord of a fish, the brain of an amphibian, and the cerebral cortex of a primate.

Sweet as sweetest Grecian honey will my song be when I sing, O Beloved, in the season of the Spring!

I think brown marks a reunion of peoples, an end to ancient wanderings. Rival cultures and creeds conspire with Spring to create children of a beauty, perhaps of a harmony, previously unknown. Or long forgotten.

Initiative can neither be created nor delegated. It can only spring from the self-determining individual, who decides that the wisdom of others is not always better than his own.

Coach (Bear) Bryant wanted to see who was tough in the spring, who he could count on in the fall.

But I've a rendezvous with Death At midnight in some flaming town, When Spring trips north again this year, And I to my pledged word am true, I shall not fail that rendezvous.

A Poem does not grow by jerks. As trees in Spring produce a new ring of tissue, so does every poet put forth a fresh outlay of stuff at the same season.

SF is a controlled way to think and dream about the future. An integration of the mood and attitude of science (the objective universe) with the fears and hopes that spring from the unconscious. Anything that turns you and your social context, the social you, inside out. Nightmares and visions, always outlined by the barely possible.

These days baseball is different. You come to Spring Training, you get your legs ready, you arms loose, your agents ready your lawyer lined up.

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.

Rest you well, beloved Jesus,_x000D_ Caesar’s Lord and Israel’s King,_x000D_ In the brooding of the Spirit,_x000D_ in the darkness of the spring

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

Rise and put on your foliage, and be seen_x000D__x000D_To come forth, like the spring-time, fresh and green,_x000D__x000D_And sweet as Flora. Take no care_x000D__x000D_For jewels for your gown or hair_x000D__x000D_Fear not; the leaves will strew_x000D__x000D_Gems in abundance upon you_x000D__x000D_Besides, the childhood of the day has kept,_x000D__x000D_Against you come, some orient pearls unwept._x000D__x000D_Come, and receive them while the light_x000D__x000D_Hangs on the dew-locks of the night_x000D__x000D_And Titan on the eastern hill_x000D__x000D_Retires himself, or else stands still_x000D__x000D_Till you come forth! Wash, dress, be brief in praying_x000D__x000D_Few beads are best when once we go a-Maying.

Daughter of heaven and earth, coy Spring,_x000D__x000D_With sudden passion languishing,_x000D__x000D_Teaching barren moors to smile,_x000D__x000D_Painting pictures mile on mile,_x000D__x000D_Holds a cup of cowslip wreaths_x000D__x000D_Whence a smokeless incense breathes.

The bed of flowers_x000D__x000D_Loosens amain,_x000D__x000D_The beauteous snowdrops_x000D__x000D_Droop o'er the plain._x000D__x000D_The crocus opens_x000D__x000D_Its glowing bud,_x000D__x000D_Like emeralds others,_x000D__x000D_Others, like blood._x000D__x000D_With saucy gesture_x000D__x000D_Primroses flare,_x000D__x000D_And roguish violets,_x000D__x000D_Hidden with care;_x000D__x000D_And whatsoever_x000D__x000D_There stirs and strives,_x000D__x000D_The Spring's contented,_x000D__x000D_If works and thrives.