#spring

So far this spring, 59 American communities have been flattened by tornadoes. Nobody has helped. ↗

— Gordon Sinclair

#been #communities #far #flattened #helped

I played a heap of snow in a school play. I was under a sheet, and crawled out when spring came. I often say I'll never reach the same artistic level again. ↗

— Stellan Skarsgard

#artistic #came #crawled #heap #i

Friendships fail some years, blight twists the leaves and the crop is bitter. Frost bites or sudden fire devours: but the root lies sound and waits for better weather or a storm of sleet to scour the branches. Then we shall see another spring: a flare of green flame and flowers burning to fruit along the boughs. ↗

— Charlotte Gray

#friendship

I left Montana in Spring of 1866, for Utah, arriving at Salt Lake city during the summer. ↗

— Calamity Jane

#city #during #i #lake #left

Then in 1969, I spent the spring term at Cornell University in New York. The invasion of August 1968 had already happened, but the hardline regime took several months to crack down on dissidents. ↗

— Vaclav Klaus

#august #cornell #crack #dissidents #down

I've reached the 50th year of my life, and now every question related with life also includes thinking about death. When I leave, I want to leave to my offspring a clear idea about identity. ↗

— Emir Kusturica

#also #clear #clear idea #death #every

Marriage is like twirling a baton, turning hand springs or eating with chopsticks. It looks easy until you try it. ↗

— Helen Rowland

#chopsticks #easy #eating #hand #like

After the last two years of springtime gas price spikes, nearly everyone in Southeast Wisconsin understands that something is wrong with our gasoline regulation and supply system. ↗

— Jim Sensenbrenner

#everyone #gas #gasoline #last #nearly

And now, once again, I bid my hideous progeny go forth and prosper. I have an affection for it, for it was the offspring of happy days, when death and grief were but words, which found no true echo in my heart. ↗

— Mary Wollstonecraft Shelley

#again #bid #days #death #echo

If Winter comes, can Spring be far behind? ↗

— Percy Bysshe Shelley

#comes #far #spring #winter