Quotes About Spring

E o que amastes, aquilo que ambos amastes verdadeiramente, não foi um ao outro. Foi a altura das vossas vidas. Foi a primavera dos vossos anos, e a vida a correr forte em vós, e a guerra à vossa porta e os vossos corpos fortes e perfeitos.

I think it is this that it is this that draws me to the pond on a night in April, bearing witness to puhpowee. Tadpoles and spores, egg and sperm, mind and yours, mosses and peepers - we are all connected by our common understanding of the calls filling the night at the start of spring. It is the wordless voice of longing that resonates within us, the longing to continue, to participate in the sacred life of the world.

but the King was ill throughout much of the spring and summer, suffering from lassitude and depression. A great army was mustered at York and then had to be sent home again because the King was too listless to determine how they should advance.

Suffering has brought clarity into my life. Maybe the things that have happened to me are punishment for what I did in a previous life, maybe they were fate or destiny, and maybe they're all just part of a natural cycle - like the short but spectacular lives of cherry blossoms in spring or leaves falling away in autumn.

I finally understand what the poets have written. In spring, moved to passion; in autumn only regret.

spring comes, flowers fragrant, bird sings.

My eyes shifted to the trickling river. Come spring, it would be ten times as wide and just as deep. On and on it went, rushing toward the distant horizon. Like time. Like life. Sometimes gently falling from one pool into the other, other times fast and cascading, and still other times narrowing into a funnel, a torrent of knots and waves.

When the month of the Twins had ended, the men said to their shadows: 'You are I'…Thus the two became one, and through this collision the formidable broke out, precisely that spring of consciousness that one calls culture and which lasted until the time of Christ. But the fish indicated the moment when what was united split, according to the eternal law of contrasts, into an underworld and upperworld…But the separated cannot

The Lady of Spring must love you dearly." "As a teamster loves his mule that carries his baggage," said Cazaril bitterly, "whipping it over the high passes.

Two days passed, while through woods and trees, and over the hills and the marshes, went the procession of spring, to the music of wood-pigeons cooing. It came like something new out of strange lands, that had never come before.

Mrs. Jo did not mean the measles, but that more serious malady called love, which is apt to ravage communities, spring and autumn, when winter gayety and summer idleness produce whole bouquets of engagements, and set young people to pairing off like the birds.

Occasionally a matrimonial epidemic appears, especially toward spring, devastating society, thinning the ranks of bachelordom, and leaving mothers lamenting for their fairest daughters.

But a bird sang blithely on a budding bough, close by, the snowdrops blossomed freshly at the window, and the spring sunshine streamed in like a benediction over the placid face upon the pillow, a face so full of painless peace that those who loved it best smiled through their tears, and thanked God that Beth was well at last.

Warm rains had melted the last trace of snow, and every bank was full of prickling grass blades, brave little pioneers and heralds of the Spring.

As part of Rockefeller's silent craft and habit of extended premeditation, he never tipped off his adversaries to his plans for revenge, preferring to spring his reprisals on them.

Move with a spring & vegetable swiftness, Seed-case & burr & tremulous grasses, a grove—vocal in the wind—

Soun Tendo: Drowned Octopus Spring? Guide from Jusenkyo: Is tragic tale of giant octopus who drown 1600 year ago...somehow.

but by spring, she had again yielded to the tug and tide of his mind, allowing its currents to carry her back across the continent and wash them up on the remote shores of his evergreen island..

There used to be a middle way, too, when her attention was focused but vast, and time felt like a limpid pool, ringed by sunlit ferns. An underground spring fed the pool from deep below, creating a gentle current of words that bubbled up, while on the surface, breezes shimmered and played.

Lacy little green fronds waved up through clear liquid; it reminded me of a forest stream in early spring, just after the ice has melted. I picked up a frond, and as I put it in my mouth, I experienced a moment of cool, pure freshness. What is it? I asked Jake, enchanted. Mozuku, a special kind of seaweed from Okinawa. You don't think it's slimy? Slippery, but I love the way it feels in my mouth.

I love spring anywhere, but if I could choose I would always greet it in a garden.

Love is spring after winter. It comes to heal life's wounds, inflicted by the unloving cold.

All errors spring up in the neighborhood of some truth; they grow round about it, and, for the most part, derive their strength from such contiguity.

Twenty to life, she got, with time off for good behavior. You come around next spring. I'll introduce you.