#spring

My rights all spring front an infinitely nobler source - from favor and grace of God. ↗

— Gerrit Smith

#front #god #grace #infinitely #nobler

I don't want to mix the identities. Noah Drake isn't Rick Springfield. ↗

— Rick Springfield

#i #identities #mix #noah #rick

What happened? The Country got sick of it and said, Enough is enough. And all over the Country we saw springing up community organizations determined to do something about this terrible menace of drugs. ↗

— Barry McCaffrey

#community #country #determined #enough #enough is enough

I hope that the kind reader recognises this as a despairing attempt at humour. ↗

— Nancy Springer

#funny #holmes #mysteries #nancy #springer

To be amused at what you read - that is the great spring of quotation. ↗

— Charles Edward Montague

#great #quotation #read #spring #you

Kalau aku mengatakannya, reaksi apa yang akan kau berikan? Apakah kau akan menerima pengakuanku? Apakah kau akan percaya padaku? Apakah kau masih akan menatapku seperti ini? Atau apakah justru kau akan menjauh dariku? Meninggalkanku? Tapi aku tahu aku harus mengatakannya padamu. Aku tidak mungkin menyimpannya selamanya. Entah bagimana reaksimu nanti setelah mendengarnya, aku hanya berharap satu hal padamu. Jangan pergi dariku. Tetaplah disisiku ↗

— Ilana Tan

#ilana-tan #naomi-ishida #spring-in-london #london

Fuckin' A... hope didn't so much spring eternal as it drowned out common sense and self-preservation. ↗

— J.R. Ward

#spring

The first week of August hangs at the very top of summer, the top of the live-long year, like the highest seat of a Ferris wheel when it pauses in its turning. The weeks that come before are only a climb from balmy spring, and those that follow a drop to the chill of autumn, but the first week of August is motionless, and hot. It is curiously silent, too, with blank white dawns and glaring noons, and sunsets smeared with too much color. ↗

— Natalie Babbitt

#summer #spring

It was a spring day, the sort that gives people hope: all soft winds and delicate smells of warm earth. Suicide weather. ↗

— Susanna Kaysen

#spring

At the last minute, she bobbed left so that he stabbed the wall she'd hit, trapping the blade in the Sheetrock. As he went to try to get the thing free, she whirled around and nailed him in the gut with her backup blade, springing a hole in his lower intestines. Meeting his shocked stare, she said, "What, like you didn't think I'd have a second knife? Fucking idiot. ↗

— J.R. Ward

#spring