#spring

Well, first of all the Dominion Bureau of Statistics made a survey in the spring of 1970, which showed that on balance the difference in the cost of living between Canadian cities and American cities was 5 % to the advantage, of course, to the Canadian cities. ↗

— Leonard Woodcock

#american #american cities #balance #between #bureau

Spring is nature's way of saying, "Let's party!" ↗

— Robin Williams

#party #saying #spring #way

Rowena Clark and I had met on the first day of our mixed media class. I’d sat down at her table and said, “Mind if I join you? Figure the best way to learn about art is to sit with a masterpiece.” Maybe I was in love, but I was still Adrian Ivashkov. Rowena had fixed me with a flat look. “Let’s get one thing straight. I can see through crap a mile away, and I like girls, not guys, so if you can’t handle me telling you what’s what, then you’d better take your one-liners and hair gel somewhere else. I don’t go to this school to put up with pretty boys like you. I’m here to face dubious employment options with a painting degree and then go get a Guinness after class.” I’d scooted my chair closer to the table. “You and I are going to get along just fine. ↗

— Richelle Mead

#carlton-college #flirting #palm-springs #richelle-mead #the-fiery-heart

Then sometime there in late March, after the Indian violets had come, we would be gathering on the mountain and the wind, raw and mean, would change for just a second. It would touch your face as soft as a feather. It had an earth smell. You knew springtime was on the way. The next day, or the next (you would commence to hold your face out for the feel), the soft touch would come again. It would last a little longer and be sweeter and smell stronger. ↗

— Forrest Carter

#change

The sun just touched the morning; The morning, happy thing, Supposed that he had come to dwell, And life would be all spring. ↗

— Emily Dickinson

#spring #sun #life

sweet spring is your time is my time is our time for springtime is lovetime and viva sweet love (all the merry little birds are flying in the floating in the very spirits singing in are winging in the blossoming) lovers go and lovers come awandering awondering but any two are perfectly alone there's nobody else alive (such a sky and such a sun i never knew and neither did you and everybody never breathed quite so many kinds of yes) not a tree can count his leaves each herself by opening but shining who by thousands mean only one amazing thing (secretly adoring shyly tiny winging darting floating merry in the blossoming always joyful selves are singing) sweet spring is your time is my time is our time for springtime is lovetime and viva sweet love ↗

— E.E. Cummings

#spring #love

All men's misfortunes spring from their hatred of being alone. ↗

— Jean de la Bruyere

#being #being alone #hatred #men #misfortunes

In the beginning of the human race there was no genetic load which would cause undesirable traits such as appear in offspring of marriages between relatives today. ↗

— Walter Lang

#beginning #between #cause #genetic #human

They say it's better to bury your sadness in a graveyard or garden that waits for the spring to wake from its sleep and burst into green. ↗

— Conor Oberst

#burst #bury #garden #graveyard #green

Democracy can only spring from practising it early, and democratic action was not to expected from young people brought up under a close authoritarian system. ↗

— Dora Russell

#authoritarian #brought #close #democracy #democratic