#spring

Always it’s Spring)and everyone’s in love and flowers pick themselves. ↗

— E.E. Cummings

#love #nature #spring #love

Don't be amazed if you see my eyes always wandering. In fact, this is my way of reading, and it is only in this way that reading proves fruitful to me. If a book truly interests me, I cannot follow it for more than a few lines before my mind, having seized on a thought that the text suggests to it, or a feeling, or a question, or an image, goes off on a tangent and springs from thought to thought, from image to image, in an itinerary of reasonings and fantasies that I feel the need to pursue to the end, moving away from the book until I have lost sight of it. The stimulus of reading is indispensable to me, and of meaty reading, even if, of every book, I manage to read no more than a few pages. But those few pages already enclose for me whole universes, which I can never exhaust. ↗

— Italo Calvino

#calvino #if #italo #night #on

With so many trees in the city, you could see the spring coming each day until a night of warm wind would bring it suddenly in one morning. Sometimes the heavy cold rains would beat it back so that it would seem that it would never come and that you were losing a season out of your life. This was the only truly sad time in Paris because it was unnatural. You expected to be sad in the fall. Part of you died each year when the leaves fell from the trees and their branches were bare against the wind and the cold, wintry light. But you knew there would always be the spring, as you knew the river would flow again after it was frozen. When the cold rains kept on and killed the spring, it was as though a young person had died for no reason. In those days, though, the spring always came finally but it was frightening that it had nearly failed. ↗

— Ernest Hemingway

#ernest-hemingway #fall #seasons #spring #life

I went across the fields to avoid the straight highways, along the firing lines where people were shooting at a small wooded hill, which is now covered with wooden crosses and lines of graves instead of spring flowers. ↗

— Max Beckmann

#along #avoid #covered #crosses #fields

A person without a sense of humor is like a wagon without springs. It's jolted by every pebble on the road. ↗

— Henry Ward Beecher

#every #like #pebble #person #road

We expect to keep our writing sessions going until late spring, then to play some new material in a few secret club dates. The record will likely take a long time and may not surface until 1999! ↗

— Adrian Belew

#dates #expect #few #going #keep

Oh, Spring! I want to go out and feel you and get inspiration. My old things seem dead. I want fresh contacts, more vital searching. ↗

— Emily Carr

#dead #feel #fresh #get #go

Folk music was out there. Clubs were springing up and they were hot with the college kids. ↗

— Dick Smothers

#college #college kids #folk #folk music #hot

Break open a cherry tree and there are no flowers, but the spring breeze brings forth myriad blossoms. ↗

— Ikkyu Sojun

#break #breeze #brings #cherry #flowers

For peace is not mere absence of war, but is a virtue that springs from, a state of mind, a disposition for benevolence, confidence, justice. ↗

— Baruch Spinoza

#benevolence #confidence #disposition #justice #mere