#spring

Ah, Azalea," said the King. "He's not going to be the one proposing." The springs in Azalea's feet went poioioing. "Sorry?" she said. "You outrank him, you know." The King shifted, uncomfortable. "It would be highly inappropriate for him to propose to you. The Delchastrian queen had to propose-" "I will do no such thing!" said Azalea. ↗

— Heather Dixon

#spring

Racism springs from the lie that certain human beings are less than fully human. It's a self-centered falsehood that corrupts our minds into believing we are right to treat others as we would not want to be treated. ↗

— Alveda King

#believing #certain #corrupts #falsehood #fully

The first acting thing I ever did was my senior year I decided not to play a sport in the Spring and, in that Spring B.J. Novak who went to school with me, asked if I'd be in this show that was a parody of all the teachers in the school, 'sure!' That was the first acting thing I did. ↗

— John Krasinski

#asked #decided #did #ever #first

Here was a fragment of Goddess myth that, through all its permutations, had somehow escaped being turned on its head. It was the perfect springboard for the sort of novel I wanted to write. ↗

— Joan D. Vinge

#escaped #fragment #goddess #had #head

Analysis kills spontaneity. The grain once ground into flour springs and germinates no more. ↗

— Henri Frederic Amiel

#flour #grain #ground #into #kills

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

Our Lord has written the promise of resurrection, not in books alone, but in every leaf in springtime. ↗

— Martin Luther

#books #every #leaf #lord #our

Collaboration is much like a birth. The song that springs forth resembles each one of us to a degree, but it's the kind of thing that would never be born from just one of us sitting down with a guitar. ↗

— Grant-Lee Phillips

#born #collaboration #degree #down #each

Almost all of our sorrows spring out of our relations with other people. ↗

— Arthur Schopenhauer

#almost #other #our #out #people

From the equality of rights springs identity of our highest interests; you cannot subvert your neighbor's rights without striking a dangerous blow at your own. ↗

— Carl Schurz

#blow #cannot #dangerous #highest #identity