Famous Quotes & Sayings

William Wordsworth

Stay, little cheerful Robin! stay, And at my casement 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.

William Ellery Channing

It feeds and grows on the blood which it sheds. The passions , from which it springs, gain strength and fury from indulgence.

Sarah Vowell

If I'm still wistful about On the Road, I look on the rest of the Kerouac oeuvre--the poems, the poems!--in horror. Read Satori in Paris lately? But if I had never read Jack Kerouac's horrendous poems, I never would have had the guts to write horrendous poems myself. I never would have signed up for Mrs. Safford's poetry class the spring of junior year, which led me to poetry readings, which introduced me to bad red wine, and after that it's all just one big blurry condemned path to journalism and San Francisco.

Sara Teasdale

Stephen kissed me in the spring, Robin in the fall, But Colin only looked at me And never kissed at all. Stephen’s kiss was lost in jest, Robin’s lost in play, But the kiss in Colin’s eyes Haunts me night and day.

Sara Teasdale

There will come soft rains and the smell of the ground, And swallows circling with their shimmering sound; And frogs in the pool singing at night, And wild plum trees in tremulous white; Robins will wear their feathery fire, Whistling their whims on a low fence-wire; And not one will know of the war, not one Will care at last when it is done. Not one would mind, neither bird nor tree, If mankind perished utterly; And Spring herself when she woke at dawn Would scarcely know that we were gone.

Sara Teasdale

The spring is fresh and fearless And every leaf is new, The world is brimmed with moonlight, The lilac brimmed with dew. Here in the moving shadows I catch my breath and sing - My heart is fresh and fearless And over-brimmed with spring.

Sara Teasdale

I could not be so sure of Spring / Save that it sings in me.

Samuel Johnson

When a poet mentions the spring, we know that the zephyrs are about to whisper, that the groves are to recover their verdure, the linnets to warble forth their notes of love, and the flocks and herds to frisk over vales painted with flowers: yet, who is there so insensible of the beauties of nature, so little delighted with the renovation of the world, as not to feel his heart bound at the mention of the spring?

Samuel Johnson

It is a hopeless endeavour to unite the contrarieties of spring and winter; it is unjust to claim the privileges of age, and retain the play-things of childhood.

Billy Sunday

If there is not Hell, a good many preachers are obtaining money under false pretenses.

G. H. Hardy

I am obliged to interpolate some remarks on a very difficult subject: proof and its importance in mathematics. All physicists, and a good many quite respectable mathematicians, are contemptuous about proof. I have heard Professor Eddington, for example, maintain that proof, as pure mathematicians understand it, is really quite uninteresting and unimportant, and that no one who is really certain that he has found something good should waste his time looking for proof.

Felipe Alou

Any time you put Matheny in, that's good managing.

Jeff Garlin

If you're gonna be a maniac, pyro's not a good maniac.

David Ogilvy

I always use my clients' products. This is not toady-ism, but elementary good manners.

Corey Dillon

It could get tiresome, ... It kind of wore on me.

Pat Riley

I think you're going to see that kind of series.

Tony Amonte

I think we're the only ones going to be there with kids. But we kinda have to with the baby.

Brian Brown

It got kind of wild there at the end.

Hector Carrasco

It is kinda frustrating, but that is the way it is sometimes.

Carmen Electra

I was a little nervous, 'cause for me, it's kinda like taking a big step and really doing something different,

Richard O'Brien

So all the rest is O.K., but fame is a hollow ground, isn't it? It's an empty kind of thing.

Richelle Mead

They're true," I replied defiantly. "I came here to kill you. And if I can't do that, then I'd rather die." "You failed, you know. On the street." "Yeah. I kind of figured that out when I woke up here.

William Christopher Handy

Nature was my kindergarten.