Quotes by Spring It appears to me impossible that I should cease to exist, or that this active, restless spirit, equally alive to joy and sorrow, should only be organised dust - ready to fly abroad the moment the spring snaps, or the spark goes out, which kept it together. Surely something resides in this heart that is not perishable - and life is more than a dream. Mary Wollstonecraft dreamheartspring What's nice about the rain is you don't feel you have to live up to anything. Everything around you is so grey and wet and damp and dreary that you don't feel you have to smile and percolate as you do on a sunny spring day. Mary Tyler Moore nicerainspring Every spring I hear the thrush singing in the glowing woods he is only passing through. His voice is deep, then he lifts it until it seems to fall from the sky. I am thrilled. I am grateful. Then, by the end of morning, he's gone, nothing but silence out of the tree where he rested for a night. And this I find acceptable. Not enough is a poor life. But too much is, well, too much. Imagine Verdi or Mahler every day, all day. It would exhaust anyone. Mary Oliver springmorningfall In Romans 7, St. Paul says, "The law is spiritual." What does that mean? If the law were physical, then it could be satisfied by works, but since it is spiritual, no one can satisfy it unless everything he does springs from the depths of the heart. But no one can give such a heart except the Spirit of God, who makes the person be like the law, so that he actually conceives a heartfelt longing for the law and henceforward does everything, not through fear or coercion, but from a free heart. Martin Luther spiritualheartspring The April rain, the April rain, Mathilde Blind flowerrainspring The oak tree: Matsuo Basho cherry-blossomspringtree Sitting quietly, doing nothing, Spring comes, and the grass grows, by itself. Matsuo Basho springpositiveinspirational April's air stirs in Willow-leaves...a butterfly Floats and balances Matsuo Basho butterflyairspring All which happens through the whole world happens through hope. No husbandman would sow a grain of corn if he did not hope it would spring up and bring forth the ear; how much more we are helped on by hope in the eternal life. Martin Luther hopespringlife Spring rain conveyed under the trees in drops. Matsuo Basho rainspringtree Fresh spring! / The world is only Nine days old - / These fields and mountains! Matsuo Basho mountainspringworld Spring rain leaking through the roof dripping from the wasps' nest. Matsuo Basho rainmayspring From all these trees, in the salads, the soup, everywhere, cherry blossoms fall. Matsuo Basho springtreefall True Christian love is not derived from things without, but floweth from the heart, as from a spring. Martin Luther christianheartspring Dreams dawn and fly: friends smile and die, Like spring flowers. Our vaunted life is one long funeral. Men dig graves, with bitter tears, For their dead hopes; and all, Mazed with doubts, and sick with fears, Count the hours. Matthew Arnold dreamspringlife I don't think that you can say by any stretch of the imagination that all Wisconsin or Brooklyn-based poets write in a particular way. Similar sensibilities can spring up next to each other in the flower bed, or across oceans. Matthea Harvey oceanflowerspring The heart less bounding at emotion new, The hope, once crushed, less quick to spring again. Matthew Arnold emotionheartspring The temptations to wrong are many; they spring out of a corrupt nature. Matthew Simpson temptationspring Every tear of sorrow sown by the righteous springs up a pearl. Matthew Henry tearssorrowspring People talk about the beauty of the spring, but I can't see it. The trees are brown and bare, slimy with rain. Some are crawling with new purple hairs. And the buds are bulging like tumorous acne, and I can tell that something wet, and soft, and cold, and misshapen is about to be born. And I am turning into a vampire. Matthew Tobin Anderson rainhairspring«8687888990919293949596»
