Pastoral Resources

For happiness one needs security, but joy can spring like a flower even from the cliffs of despair.

Spring has many American faces. There are cities where it will come and go in a day and counties where it hangs around and never quite gets there. Summer is drawn blinds in Louisiana, long winds in Wyoming, shade of elms and maples in New England.

A strangely reflective, even melancholy day. Is that because, unlike our cousins in the northern hemisphere, Easter is not associated with the energy and vitality of spring but with the more subdued spirit of autumn?

With the coming of spring, I am calm again.

Spring won't let me stay in this house any longer! I must get out and breathe the air deeply again.

The attacks of which I have been the object have broken the spring of life in me... People don't realize what it feels like to be constantly insulted.

Obstacles are like wild animals. They are cowards but they will bluff you if they can. If they see you are afraid of them... they are liable to spring upon you; but if you look them squarely in the eye, they will slink out of sight.

After the navy, I transferred to Harvard and finished there. I was there the spring term of 1951 and I stayed through the summer term and a whole other year, so I was able to do two years in a little less than a year and a half.

A young ballplayer looks on his first spring training trip as a stage struck young woman regards the theater.

I love feeling the crispness of fall and the sensuality of spring.

I love better to count time from spring to spring; it seems to me far more cheerful to reckon the year by blossoms than by blight.

In the spring of 1994 I decided not to seek reelection to the Senate. I had made the decision 12 years earlier, Christmas Day of 1982, just after I had been first elected to a full term, that I would do the best I could for a limited time.

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

The spring of love becomes hidden and soon filled up.

I was on the mathematics faculty at M.I.T. from 1951 through until I resigned in the spring of 1959.

The four walls of paper are like a prison because every idea wants to spring out in all directions - everything is connected with everything else, sometimes more than others.

I want to do to you what spring does with the cherry trees.

You can cut all the flowers but you cannot keep spring from coming.

Winter lingered so long in the lap of Spring that it occasioned a great deal of talk.

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.