If you do wrestle with it and find the spring of its opening it will be a place to rest in all the days of your life.
Dream Song: As my eyes Search the prairie, I feel the summer in the spring. Whenever I pause The noise Of the village.
Twenty to life, she got, with time off for good behavior. You come around next spring. I'll introduce you.
This will be Great Mam's last spring. Her last June apples. Her last fresh roasting ears from the garden.
In World War One, they called it shell shock. Second time around, they called it battle fatigue. After 'Nam, it was post-traumatic stress disorder.
I cannot bear to associate with the ordinary run of people. I have to surround myself with individuals who for the most part are more than a trifle insane
If he does go, the change will be doleful. Suppose he should be absent spring, summer, and autumn: how joyless sunshine and fine days will seem!
I feel like spring after winter, and sun on the leaves; and like trumpets and harps and all the songs I have ever heard!
In a world where thrushes sing and willow trees are golden in the spring, boredom should have been included among the seven deadly sins.
Every intoxicating delight of early spring was in the air. The breeze that fanned her cheek was laden with subtle perfume and the crisp, fresh odor of unfolding leaves.
Lan shook his head sightly "He was better. But he thought I was finished, with only one arm. He never understood. You surrender after you're dead.
His loyalty has the consistency of a booger—sticky for a while, but easily flicked off. I’d probably love Prague in the spring.
Cultivate simplicity or rather should I say banish elaborateness, for simplicity springs spontaneous from the heart.
Friendship however is a plant which cannot be forced -- true friendship is no gourd spring up in a night and withering in a day.
You will have five hundred million little bells, and I shall have five hundred million springs of fresh water...
That will be so amusing! You will have five hundred million little bells, and I shall have five hundred million springs of fresh water...
But only a person in the depths of despair neglected to look beyond winter to the spring that inevitably followed, bringing back color and life and hope.
She wanted to burn the whole place to ashes but, at the same time, it would be kind of nice to see it again. Home.
For I know that we laughers have a gross cousinship with the most high, and it is this contrast and perpetual quarrel which feeds a spring of merriment in the soul of a sane man.
As we send our armsmen and sailors away to fight and die together; let there be peace between us. If there cannot be peace in the world, at least let it be welcome here.
Her soul was a fifth season, of richer hue than autumn, bursting with more life than spring, hidden away, ready to transform the world with such glory as it had never seen.
