Quotes
Quotes about Spring
All power is a trust; that we are accountable for its exercise; that from the people and for the people all springs, and all must exist.
From powerful causes spring the empiric's gains, Man's love of life, his weakness, and his pains; These first induce him the vile trash to try, Then lend his name, that other men may buy.
Sitting quietly, doing nothing, spring comes and the grass grows by itself.
Apothegms to thinking minds are the seeds from which spring vast fields of new thought, that may be further cultivated, beautified, and enlarged.
A habit of devout fellowship with God is the spring of all our life, and the strength of it.
From childhood's hour I have not been As others were; I have not seen As others saw; I could not bring My passions from a common spring. From the same source I have not taken My sorrow; I could not awaken My heart to joy at the same tone; And all I loved, I loved alone.
Cruel Remorse! where Youth and Pleasure sport, And thoughtless Folly keeps her court,-- Crouching 'midst rosy bowers thou lurk'st unseen Slumbering the festal hours away, While Youth disports in that enchanting scene; Till on some fated day Thou with a tiger-spring dost leap upon thy prey, And tear his helpless breast, o'erwhelmed with wild dismay.
God dropped a spark down into everyone, And if we find and fan it to a blaze, It'll spring up and glow, like--like the sun, And light the wandering out of stony ways.
The thorns which I have reap'd are of the tree I planted--they have torn me--and I bleed! I should have known what fruit would spring from such a seed.
What dire Offence from am'rous Causes springs, What mighty Contests rise from trivial Things.
Contentious fierce, Ardent, and dire, spring from no petty cause.
Revolutions are not about trifles, but spring from trifles.
Revolutions are not trifles, but spring from trifles.
From the equality of rights springs identity of our highest interests; you cannot subvert your neighbor's rights without striking a dangerous blow at your own.
Now when the primrose makes a splendid show, And lilies face the March-winds in full blow, And humbler growths as moved with one desire Put on, to welcome spring, their best attire, Poor Robin is yet flowerless; but how gay With his red stalks upon this sunny day!
Stay, little cheerful Robin! stay, And at my easement sing, Though it should prove a farewell lay And this our parting spring. . . . . Then, little Bird, this boon confer, Come, and my requiem sing, Nor fail to be the harbinger Of everlasting spring.
I am in Rome! Oft as the morning ray Visits these eyes, waking at once I cry, Whence this excess of joy? What has befallen me? And from within a thrilling voice replies, Thou art in Rome! A thousand busy thoughts Rush on my mind, a thousand images; And I spring up as girt to run a race!
Invite the rook who high amid the boughs, In early spring, his airy city builds, And ceaseless caws amusive.
Go pretty rose, go to my fair, Go tell her all I fain would dare, Tell her of hope; tell her of spring, Tell her of all I fain would sing, Oh! were I like thee, so fair a thing.
When love came first to earth, the Spring Spread rose-beds to receive him.
Autumn to winter, winter into spring, Spring into summer, summer into fall,-- So rolls the changing year, and so we change; Motion so swift, we know not that we move.
In a way winter is the real spring, the time when the inner things happen, the resurge of nature.
Spring being a tough act to follow, God created June.
Spring is God's way of saying, 'One more time!'
Spring is nature's way of saying, 'Let's party!'
