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Quote Left What though the radiance which was once so bright Be not forever taken from my sight, Though nothing can bring back the hour Of splendour in the grass, of glory in the flower; Grief not, rather find, Strength in what remains behind, In the primal sympathy Which having been must ever be, In the soothing thoughts that spring Out of Human suffering, In the faith that looks through death In years that bring philophic mind. Quote Right
Quote Left April is the cruellest month, breedingLilacs out of the dead land, mixingMemory out of desire, stirringDull roots with spring rain.Winter kept us warm, coveringEarth in a forgetful snow, feedingA little life with dried tubers. Quote Right
Quote Left Measure your health by your sympathy with morning and spring. If there is no response in you to the awakening of nature—if the prospect of a... Quote Right
Quote Left A little Madness in the Spring Is wholesome even for the King. Quote Right
Quote Left If we had no winter, the spring would not be so pleasant if we did not sometimes taste of adversity, prosperity would not be so welcome. Quote Right
Quote Left What though the radiance which was once so bright Be not forever taken from my sight, Though nothing can bring back the hour Of splendour in the grass, of glory in the flower Strength in what remains behind, In the primal sympathy Which having been must ever be, In the soothing thoughts that spring Out of Human suffering, In the faith that looks through death In years that bring philophic mind. Quote Right
Quote Left The setting sun is reflected from the windows of the alms-house as brightly as from the rich man's abode; the snow melts before its door as early in the spring. -- Quote Right
Quote Left I spent millons of years in the world of inorganic things as a star, as a rock... Then I died and became a plant-- Forgetting my former existence because of its otherness Then I died and became an animal-- Forgetting my life as a plant except for inclinations in the season of spring and sweet herbs-- like the inclination of babes toward their mother's breast Then I died and became a human My intelligence ripened, awakening from greed and self-seeking to become wise and knowing I behold a hundred thousand intelligences most marvelous and remember my former states and inclinations And when I die again I will soar past the angels to places I cannot imagine Now, what have I ever lost by dying? Quote Right
Quote Left Whatever career you may choose for yourself - doctor, lawyer, teacher - let me propose an avocation to be pursued along with it. Become a dedicated fighter for civil rights. Make it a central part of your life. It will make you a better doctor, a better lawyer, a better teacher. It will enrich your spirit as nothing else possibly can. It will give you that rare sense of nobility that can only spring from love and selflessly helping your fellow man. Make a career of humanity.Commit yourself to the noble struggle for human rights.You will make a greater person of yourself, a greater nation of your country and a finer world to live in. Quote Right
Quote Left Our dead brothers still live for us and bid us think of life, not death -- of life to which in their youth they lent the passion and glory of Spring. As I listen, the great chorus of life and joy begins again, and amid the awful orchestra of seen and unseen powers and destinies of good and evil, our trumpets, sound once more a note of daring, hope, and will. Quote Right
Quote Left We are reformers in the spring and summer, but in autumn we stand by the old. Reformers in the morning, and conservers at night. Quote Right
Quote Left I trust in nature for the stable laws of beauty and utility. Spring shall plant and autumn garner to the end of time. Quote Right
Quote Left For a hundred years I breathe and live, the flower of beauty and the bread of kindness. I am your friendly shade in the noonday heat of summer, and I stand pencilled against the winter twilight, a silhouette for dreams. At dawning in the spring I am filled with song, the host to a thousand birds, and I decorate the autumn with pageantry and colour. Then comes the woodsman with his axe. And still I serve. I am the timber that builds your boat; the rafters of your cathedrals; the choirstalls of your church enriched by the magic of the carver's fingers. I am the beam that holds your house; the door of your homestead, and the lintel too. I am the handle of your hoe; the wood of your cradle; the bed on which you lie; the board of your table and the board for your bread. When I am living, harm me not. When I am dead, respect me and use me kindly. Quote Right
Quote Left Only with winter-patience can we bring The deep desired, long-awaited spring. Quote Right
Quote Left Nor youth, nor strength, nor wisdom spring again, Nor habitations long their names retain, But in oblivion to the final day remain. Quote Right
Quote Left If winter is slumber and spring is birth, and summer is life, then autumn rounds out to be reflection. It's a time of year when the leaves are down and the harvest is in and the perennials are gone. Mother Earth just closed up the drapes on another year and it's time to reflect on what's come before. Quote Right
Quote Left If we had no winter, the spring would not be so pleasant. Quote Right
Quote Left I swear to keep the dead upon my mind,/Disdain for all time to be overglad./Among spring flowers, under summer trees./By chilling autumn water... Quote Right
Quote Left There is here no measuring with time, no year matters, and ten years are nothing. Being an artist means, not reckoning and counting, but ripening like the tree which does not force it's sap and stands confident in the storms of Spring without the fear that after them may come no Summer. It does come. I learn it daily, learn it with pain to which I am grateful Quote Right
Quote Left O, wind, if winter comes, can spring be far behind? Quote Right
Quote Left If Winter comes, can Spring be far behind? Quote Right
Quote Left Rebellion without truth is like spring in a bleak, arid desert. Quote Right
Quote Left English is a crazy language. There is no egg in eggplant nor ham in hamburger; neither apple nor pine in pineapple. English muffins weren't invented in England or French fries in France. Sweetmeats are candies while sweetbreads, which aren't sweet, are meat. We take English for granted. But if we explore its paradoxes, we find that quicksand can work slowly, boxing rings are square and a guinea pig is neither from Guinea nor is it a pig. And why is it that writers write but fingers don't fing, grocers don't groce and hammers don't ham? If the plural of tooth is teeth, why isn't the plural of booth beeth? One goose, 2 geese. So one moose, 2 meese? If you have a bunch of odds and ends and get rid of all but one of them, what do you call it? If teachers taught, why didn't preachers praught? If a vegetarian eats vegetables, what does a humanitarian eat? Sometimes I think all the English speakers should be committed to an asylum for the verbally insane. In what language do people recite at a play and play at a recital? Ship by truck and send cargo by ship? Have noses that run and feet that smell? How can a slim chance and a fat chance be the same, while a wise man and a wise guy are opposites? Have you noticed that we talk about certain things only when they are absent? Have you ever seen a horsefull carriage or a strapfull gown? Met a sung hero or experienced requited love? Have you ever run into someone who was combobulated, gruntled, ruly or peccable? And where are all those people who ARE spring chickens or who would actually hurt a fly? You have to marvel at the unique lunacy of a language in which your house can burn up as it burns down, in which you fill in a form by filling it out and in which an alarm goes off by going on. Quote Right
Quote Left The chief mate of the Pequod was Starbuck, a native of Nantucket, and a Quaker by descent. He was a long, earnest man, and though born on an icy coast, seemed well adapted to endure hot latitudes, his flesh being hard as twice-baked biscuit. Transported to the Indies, his live blood would not spoil like bottled ale. He must have been born in some time of general drought and famine, or upon one of those fast days for which his state is famous. Only some thirty arid summers had he seen; those summers had dried up all his physical superfluousness. But this, his thinness, so to speak, seemed no more the token of wasting anxieties and cares, than it seemed the indication of any bodily blight. It was merely the condensation of the man. He was by no means ill-looking; quite the contrary. His pure tight skin was an excellent fit; and closely wrapped up in it, and embalmed with inner health and strength, like a revivified Egyptian, this Starbuck seemed prepared to endure for long ages to come, and to endure always, as now; for be it Polar snow or torrid sun, like a patent chronometer, his interior vitality was warranted to do well in all climates. Looking into his eyes, you seemed to see there the yet lingering images of those thousand-fold perils he had calmly confronted through life. A staid, steadfast man, whose life for the most part was a telling pantomime of action, and not a tame chapter of sounds. Yet, for all his hardy sobriety and fortitude, there were certain qualities in him which at times affected, and in some cases seemed well nigh to overbalance all the rest. Uncommonly conscientious for a seaman, and endued with a deep natural reverence, the wild watery loneliness of his life did therefore strongly incline him to superstition; but to that sort of superstition, which in some organizations seems rather to spring, somehow, from intelligence than from ignorance. Outward portents and inward presentiments were his. Quote Right
Quote Left When the great white silence comes and fills the boughs of the trees with a thickening, glistening brilliance, and all is cold and barren, where be the blossom? It is in the memory. It is in the wisdom. It is in the growth of last spring, and it is coming forth again. For when the season has turned and winter is gone, the buds come again, and behold, there is another blossom. If the ongoingeness of life is beheld in a single blossom, why do you think that you are less that its life? Do you think that you only bloom in sping, produce your fruit in summer, drop your leaves in autumn and then die in winter? But are you not greater than the greatest blossom? Is not your life more important? Indeed it is. And as the blossoms continue to bloom every spring, so will you live, life after life. What a story your blossoms could tell of all the seasons you've seen. Quote Right
Quote Left That spring, briefer than apple-blossom's breath, Summer, so much too beautiful to stay,... Quote Right
Quote Left Every winter, When the great sun has turned his face away, The earth goes down into a vale of grief, And fasts, and weeps, and shrouds herself in sables, Leaving her wedding-garlands to decay-- Then leaps in spring to his returning kisses. Quote Right
Quote Left What though the radiance which was once so bright
Be not forever taken from my sight,
Though nothing can bring back the hour
Of splendour in the grass, of glory in the flower;
Grief not, rather find,
Strength in what remains behind,
In the primal sympathy
Which having been must ever be,
In the soothing thoughts that spring
Out of Human suffering,
In the faith that looks through death
In years that bring philophic mind.
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Quote Left I like spring, but it is too young. I like summer, but it is too proud. So I like best of all autumn, because its tone is mellower, its colours are richer, and it is tinged with a little sorrow. Its golden richness speaks not of the innocence of spring, nor the power of summer, but of the mellowness and kindly wisdom of approaching age. It knows the limitations of life and its content. Quote Right
Quote Left With proud thanksgiving, a mother for her children, England mourns for her dead across the sea. Flesh of her flesh they were, spirit of spirit, Fallen in the cause of the free. Solemn the drums thrill: Death august and royal Sings sorrow up into immortal spheres. There is music in the midst of desolation And a glory that shines upon our tears. They went with songs to the battle, they were young, Straight of limb, true of eye, steady and aglow. They were staunch to the end against odds uncounted, They fell with their faces to the foe. They shall grow not old, as we that are left grow old; Age shall not weary them, nor the years condemn. At the going down of the sun and in the morning We will remember them. They mingle not with laughing comrades again; They sit no more at familiar tables of home; They have no lot in our labour of the day-time; They sleep beyond England's foam. But where our desires are and our hopes profound, Felt as a well-spring that is hidden from sight, To the innermost heart of their own land they are known As the stars are known to the Night; As the stars that shall be bright when we are dust, Moving in marches upon the heavenly plain, As the stars that are starry in the time of our darkness, To the end, to the end, they remain. Quote Right
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Member Quotes About Spring

Quote Left The Seasons, Winter, Spring, Summer, Autumn... and our organization, activity of and upon, ... are relational to Imagination, and Sensation. Quote Right
Quote Left Skips, Strides, Are Enhanced By Times Marker Of The Winter Spring! Igniting! Potentials Creation. Because they are Factors of Work human physiology in correspondence with the Earth and Stars factor of work. Quote Right
Quote Left The Earth Is A Blackboard For The Winter Spring, Containing Literary Advantage Of Writing. Quote Right
Quote Left All Men desired Happiness, which may be defined as surplus of Pleasure over Pain. Pleasure and pain are therefore, the main springs of human action. Quote Right
Quote Left in the face of spring~tulips eye the first rain drop~ahead of sunshine Quote Right
Quote Left Those dirty rat*Teasing us cat*With mails that spat*Their scams at bat*Swing and miss that*Strike where they're at*Take their old hat*Stomping it flat*When rat trap splat*Springs tit for tat*The cat, house sat- Quote Right
Quote Left The Roots Of Privacy, Are The Well-Spring Of Melody, Poetry, Vocalization. Quote Right
Quote Left Life without wisdom becomes a sea without salt, a spring without flowers, a sky without sun, an apple without sweetness. Quote Right
Quote Left Never leave any good thing even if you happen to be a king as that one will bring surely in life cool spring to enrich your life-ring ! Quote Right
Quote Left How sweetly love enfolds one's heart when winter turns to spring... Quote Right
Quote Left "The most tired grateful mother I ever met came to school to hug me when I told her to be the parent, and stop letting her offspring rule." Quote Right
Quote Left Spring has sprung, my nose does say...sow now I say "Sneeze the Day" Quote Right
Quote Left Humans are weird. We prefer the offspring of other species to our own. Especially me. Quote Right
Quote Left ''Winter cheers when summer comes, nature celebrates its offspring with joy'' Quote Right
Quote Left 1 YOU DID I never saw the starlight. I missed the first blush of spring Quote Right
Quote Left A Bride’s beauty… Spring’s finest bloom unveiled in a field of grass. Quote Right
Quote Left The streets still rest in a white dress; Early Spring smells your heart - And I woke up in majestic splendor. Quote Right
Quote Left " WISDOM IS TOO EXPENSIVE TO BE GIVEN FREELY. AS FOOLS LURK IN EVERY CORNER,WISDOM AND HER OFFSPRING KEEP QUIET" Quote Right
Quote Left 'BLOSSOMED LOVE SHOWERED WITH GRACE' , WEAVING TOGETHER, THE DUAL SOUL RIBBONS, RESULTING INTO NEW OFFSPRING!! THANKS GOD FOR THE WONDER'S YOU CREATED!! Quote Right
Quote Left I live where/ lime trees bloom/ before Spring has come,/ where early unattended fruit/ drop from trees.... Quote Right
Quote Left Even when life seems cold and lonely, remember spring will come again. Quote Right
Quote Left Emotions lurks like a natural springs, when the heart is in the grip of ecstasy because of Love . Ravindra K Kapoor Quote Right