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spring cities rivers
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. Arthur Koestler
spring rocks government
Each petty hand Can steer a ship becalm'd; but he that will Govern and carry her to her ends, must know His tides, his currents, how to shift his sails; What she will bear in foul, what in fair weathers; Where her springs are, her leaks, and how to stop 'em; What strands, what shelves, what rocks do threaten her. Ben Jonson
spring thinking years
The Arab Spring I think we will look back whether it's two years, five years, ten or fifteen. And say it's a good thing. Abdallah II of Jordan
spring thinking government
Time and again-from the collapse of the Soviet Union to the events of 9/11 to the onset of the Arab Spring-events have caught the experts, whether in government or on the outside, completely by surprise. Business owners with comparable performance records go bust. Brokers lose their clients. Physicians get sued for malpractice. Yet think-tankers and policy wonks continue to opine, never pausing to reflect on-or apologize for-their spotty records. Andrew Bacevich
spring training looks
A young ballplayer looks on his first spring training trip as a stage struck young woman regards the theater. Christy Mathewson
spring soul true-beauty
True beauty is a ray that springs from the sacred depths of the soul... Rumi
spring heart flow
If you become a helper of hearts, springs of wisdom will flow from your heart.
spring heart water
Let yourself be silently drawn by the stronger pull of what you really love. In the depths there is a spring with all the water your heart is thirsty for.
spring thinking want
Don't insist on going where you think you want to go. Ask the way to the spring.
heart people knows
Anytime you do something from the heart, people just know it. Brad Paisley
heart roots tree
A tree lives on its roots. If you change the root, you change the tree. Culture lives in human beings. If you change the human heart the culture will follow. Jane Hirshfield
heart hinges
How silently the heart pivots on its hinge.
heart waiting growth
Without the heart to ground it and open it to who we really can be as human beings, the brain is a very dangerous machine. A machine that is saying: we've got to have economic growth; we've got to have unending economic growth, otherwise societies will collapse. And yet there should be something saying: wait a minute, this isn't going to work. Jane Goodall
heart
Nothing but the heart can change the heart. Carroll O'Connor
heart matter being-the-best
You always just have to be the best that you can be. And if you know that in your heart, then that's all that matters. Bella Thorne
heart fickle world
A fickle heart is the only constant in this world Diana Wynne Jones
heart thinking knives
We think of it as a sort of traffic accident of the heart. It is an emotion that scares us more than cruelty, more than violence, more than hatred. We allow ourselves to be foiled by the vagueness of the word. After all, love requires the utmost vulnerability. We equip someone with freshly sharpened knives; strip naked; then invite him to stand close. What could be scarier? Diane Ackerman
heart order mind
The heart has its order, the mind has its own, which uses principles and demonstrations. The heart has a different one. We do not prove that we ought to be loved by setting out in order the causes of love; that would be absurd. Blaise Pascal
winter shining frost
Behold the groves that shine with silver frost, their beauty withered, and their verdure lost! Alexander Pope
winter snow earth
Winter kept us warm, covering Earth in forgetful snow T. S. Eliot
winter together teeth
I could feel the winter shaking my bones and banging my teeth together. Sylvia Plath
winter endless
What am I doing here in this endless winter? Franz Kafka
winter grace grows
Grace grows best in winter. Samuel Rutherford
winter thinking green
No one thinks of winter when the grass is green. Rudyard Kipling