#spring

There is something in the Olympics, indefinable, springing from the soul, that must be preserved. ↗

— Chris Brasher

#must #olympics #preserved #something #soul

It's the fans that need spring training. You gotta get 'em interested. Wake 'em up and let 'em know that their season is coming, the good times are gonna roll. ↗

— Harry Caray

#fans #get #gonna #good #good times

Spring and summer 1942 was probably the worst period of internal terror in Slovakia. It was also the time of mass deportation of Slovak Jews to the extermination camps in Poland. ↗

— Alexander Dubcek

#camps #deportation #extermination #internal #jews

It's easy to understand why the most beautiful poems about England in the spring were written by poets living in Italy at the time. ↗

— Philip Dunne

#beautiful #easy #england #italy #living

I am never at my best in the early morning, especially a cold morning in the Yorkshire spring with a piercing March wind sweeping down from the fells, finding its way inside my clothing, nipping at my nose and ears. ↗

— James Herriot

#best #clothing #cold #down #early

In order to dream, you need to have a springboard which is the facts... It gives it that touch of reality, and I think that's quite important... truth with fiction. ↗

— Janet Leigh

#facts #fiction #gives #i #i think

The flowers anew, returning seasons bring; but beauty faded has no second spring. ↗

— Ambrose Philips

#beauty #bring #faded #flowers #returning

But, you know, I just did a big trip in the spring to Vietnam and Cambodia and Thailand, and that's when I bought a Kindle. I have like 15 books on this one little gizmo. But when I came home, the first night I picked up the book that was on my nightstand and I went right back to that. ↗

— Lisa See

#big #book #books #bought #cambodia

The alchemist was dazed and dumbfounded, as the true meaning of the magic was revealed: *The dead will rise from glade to glen and ancient will be young again*. The dead had, after all, risen. From dead and dry things there was growth, and new life everywhere. And the endlessly long winter had at last turned to spring. From life to death and back again to life. It was indeed the greatest magic in the world. ↗

— Lauren Oliver

#spring #death

The fusty showman fumbles, must Fit in a particle of dust The universe, for fear it gain Its freedom from my cube of brain. Yet dust bears seeds that grow to grace Behind my crude-striped wooden face As I, a puppet tinsel-pink Leap on my springs, learn how to think— Till like the trembling golden stalk Of some long-petalled star, I walk Through the dark heavens, and the dew Falls on my eyes and sense thrills through. ↗

— Edith Sitwell

#poem #springing-jack #freedom