Browsing Topic Best Spring Quotes

Anyone who stops learning is old, whether at twenty or eighty. Anyone who keeps learning stays young. The greatest thing in life is to keep your mind young.

When you think everything is someone else’s fault, you will suffer a lot. When you realize that everything springs only from yourself, you will learn both peace and joy.

Autumn is a second spring when every leaf is a flower.

Racism springs from ignorance.

Faith is an adventure; it is the courage of the soul to face the unknown. But that courage springs from the hope and confidence of the soul that its adventure will succeed.

To be interested in the changing seasons is a happier state of mind than to be hopelessly in love with spring.

You have to believe in happiness, or happiness never comes. Ah, that’s the reason a bird can sing. On his darkest day, he believes in spring.

No good water comes from a muddy spring. No sweet fruit comes from a bitter seed.

Of course I’ll hurt you. Of course you’ll hurt me. Of course we will hurt each other. But this is the very condition of existence. To become spring, means accepting the risk of winter. To become presence, means accepting the risk of absence.

I owe much to my friends; but, all things considered, it strikes me that I owe even more to my enemies. The real person springs life under a sting even better than under a caress.

If you become a helper of hearts, springs of wisdom will flow from your heart.

We can’t possibly have a summer love. So many people have tried that the name’s become proverbial. Summer is only the unfulfilled promise of spring, a charlatan in place of the warm balmy nights I dream of in April. It’s a sad season of life without growth…It has no day.

People wait for the big moment, the great event, and forget that happiness comes from building steadily on the small daily things of life. People wait for that special moment to express love and forget that love springs from thoughtfulness practised every day. People wait, but waiting is future and NOW is always the time.

Unless a religion springs from within the people themselves, it is a weapon of the system.

The beauty of a piece of music is not in its technique but in the Soul of its creator; nor is it in thesound vibrations of the piece but in the silence of the Light from which the sound springs.

Loveliest of trees, the cherry now
Is hung with bloom along the bough.

If we had no winter, the spring would not be so pleasant.

I went to Communism as one goes to a spring of fresh water, and I left Communism as one clambers out of a poisoned river strewn with the wreckage of flooded cities and the corpses of the drowned.

If we had not winter, the spring would not be so pleasant; if we did not sometimes taste of adversity, prosperity would not be so welcome.

Don’t you know that day dawns after night, showers displace drought, and spring and summer follow winter? Then, have hope! Hope forever, for God will not fail you!

The thought manifests as the word. The word manifests as the deed. The deed develops into habit. And the habit hardens into character. So watch the thought and its ways with care. And let it spring from love, born out of concern for all beings.

All altruism springs from putting yourself in the other person’s place.

Don’t insist on going where you think you want to go. Ask the way to the spring.

Boy, you’re like a horse. Just now sated with seed, You’ve come back to my stable, Yearning for a good rider, fine meadow, An icy spring, shady groves.

It was a lover and his lass, With a hey, and a ho, and a hey nonino,That o’er the green corn-field did pass,In the spring time, the only pretty ring time,When birds do sing, hey ding a ding, ding;Sweet lovers love the spring.

Life springs from death; and from the graves of patriot men and women spring living nations.

Everywhere you will find that the wealth of the wealthy springs from the poverty of the poor.

Great effort springs naturally from great attitude.

It is only the farmer who faithfully plants seeds in the Spring, who reaps a harvest in the Autumn.

I can negate everything of that part of me that lives on vague nostalgias, except this desire for unity, this longing to solve, this need for clarity and cohesion. I can refute everything in this world surrounding me that offends or enraptures me, except this chaos, this sovereign chance and this divine equivalence which springs from anarchy. I don’t know whether this world has meaning that transcends it. But I know that I do not know that meaning and that it is impossible for me just now to know it. What can a meaning outside my condition mean to me? I can understand only in human terms.

When you have to face up to the fact that marriage to the man you love is really over, that’s very tough, sheer agony. In that kind of harrowing situation, I always go away and cut myself off from the world. Also, I sober up immediately when there is genuine bad news in my life; I never face it with alcohol in my brain. I just rented a house in Palm Springs and sat there and just suffered for a couple of weeks. I suffered there until I was strong enough to face it.

In shape they were like horrible toads, and moved in a succession of springs, but in size they were of an incredible bulk, larger than the largest elephant. We had never before seen them save at night, and indeed they are nocturnal animals save when disturbed in their lairs, as these had been. We now stood amazed at the sight, for their blotched and warty skins were of a curious fish-like iridescence, and the sunlight struck them with an ever-varying rainbow bloom as they moved.

Children are monsters of unbridled egotism and will, for they spring directly from nature, hostile intimations of immorality.

True goodness springs from a man’s own heart. All men are born good.

And always Melbourne, Melbourne, Melbourne, over and over the same photo in glaring greens and reds, of a tram, huffy, blunderous, manoeuvring itself with pole akimbo round the tight corner where Bourke Street enters Spring.