#spring

So the nymphs they spoke, we kissed and laid. By noontime’s hour our love was made. Like braided chains of crocus stems, we lay entwined, I laid with them. Our breath, one glassy, tideless sea, our bodies draping wearily, we slept, I slept so lucidly, with hopes to stay this memory. ↗

— Roman Payne

#love #nymphs #poetry #sleep #spring

His very limbs feel different, as if they know that sometime soon there might be a little softness, a little love to spend like money, and the body's whole business won't be to keep itself alive on skinflint rations. Yes, she is a pleasant girl, intelligent. And under him, or inside him, spring is banging its little green drum. ↗

— Anna Keesey

#spring #business

How mighty you are as death comes upon you and your color fades. Yet from life and lush to bold array, screaming into the night. ↗

— Kellie Elmore

#dying #fall #inspirational #life #philosophy

Despite the forecast, live like it's spring. ↗

— Lilly Pulitzer

#life-and-living #spring #inspirational

The first day of spring was once the time for taking the young virgins into the fields, there in dalliance to set an example in fertility for nature to follow. Now we just set the clocks an hour ahead and change the oil in the crankcase. ↗

— E.B. White

#change

War springs from the love and loyalty which should be offered to God being applied to some God substitute, one of the most dangerous being nationalism. ↗

— Robert Runcie

#being #dangerous #god #love #loyalty

All bad poetry springs from genuine feeling. ↗

— Oscar Wilde

#bad #feeling #genuine #springs

Lucas attended a conference on rational expectations at the University of Minnesota in the spring of 1973. The day after the conference, I received a call from Pittsburgh. ↗

— Thomas J. Sargent

#attended #call #conference #day #expectations

My art springs from my desire to have things in the world which would otherwise never be there. ↗

— Carl Andre

#desire #never #otherwise #springs #things

Nothing ever begins. There is no first moment; no single word or place from which this or any other story springs. ↗

— Clive Barker

#begins #ever #first #moment #nothing