#spring

But your questions, which are unanswerable without exception, all spring from the same erroneous thinking. ↗

— Herman Hesse

#exception #questions #same #spring #thinking

So the ideology was that: use sounds as instruments, as sounds on tape, without the causality. It was no longer a clarinet or a spring or a piano, but a sound with a form, a development, a life of its own. ↗

— Luc Ferrari

#clarinet #development #form #ideology #instruments

The way to make coaches think you're in shape in the spring is to get a tan. ↗

— Whitey Ford

#get #make #shape #spring #tan

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

So stick up ivy and the bays, and then restore the heathen ways, green will remind you of the Spring, though this great day denies the thing, and mortifies the earth, and all, but your wild revels, and loose hall. ↗

— Henry Vaughan

#day #denies #earth #great #great day

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

Spring came late. For the children, shut in the dark, cold parsonage, adjusting to Aunt and getting over the death that brought her, the winter had seemed endless. But now the rough moor was flecked with racing cloud shadows; the maltreated holly tree had stopped weeping; the green mould on the graves had dried to an unsuggestive grey. The church could never look cheerful. It was too black, and its voice, the bell, always said 'Fu - ner -al... fu - ner- al...' even when it was only calling them to hear one of their Papa's dramatic sermons. ↗

— Lynne Reid Banks

#church #spring #death

I think some of this fascination with the 'Arab Spring' is just a grand experiment with Israel's survival. ↗

— John Bolton

#experiment #fascination #grand #i #i think

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