Henry Timrod Quotes

Spring is very energising to me.

Places that have experienced great defeat experience a kind of rebirth, which I think America has to do - unless we want to get more decrepit. I don't think we have to destroy the place totally.

Spring drew on... and a greenness grew over those brown beds, which, freshening daily, suggested the thought that hope traversed them at night and left each morning brighter traces of her steps.

April ... hath put a spirit of youth in everything.

With destruction comes renovation.

From every ruin, life springs up again and everything that dies is born again.

So coming back from a journey, or after an illness, before habits had spun themselves across the surface, one felt that same unreality, which was so startling; felt something emerge. Life was most vivid then.

The thing about Duran... that gives you the ability to bring all that opportunity back into your life.

To be renewed is everything. What more could one ask for than to have one's youth back again?

The beautiful spring came; and when Nature resumes her loveliness, the human soul is apt to revive also.

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

We are out to rebuild the world.

We have to breathe new life into Europe.

Physical existence is so cramped.We grow old and bent over like embryos.Nine months passes;it is time to be born. The lamb wants to graze green daylight. There are ways of being born twice,of coming to where you fly,not individually like birds, but as the sun moves with his bride,sincerity.

Spring is come home with her world-wandering feet, And all things are made young with your desires.

To be worn out is to be renewed.

Fresh spring! / The world is only Nine days old - / These fields and mountains!

Germany has been born anew.

When the leaves of the strongest tree fall, spring is here.

Things go away to return, brightened for the passage

Our passions are the true phoenixes; when the old one is burnt out, a new one rises from its ashes.

The alchemist was dazed and dumbfounded, as the true meaning of the magic was revealed: *The dead will rise from glade to glen and ancient will be young again*. The dead had, after all, risen. From dead and dry things there was growth, and new life everywhere. And the endlessly long winter had at last turned to spring. From life to death and back again to life. It was indeed the greatest magic in the world.

The trees are coming into leaf Like something almost being said; The recent buds relax and spread, Their greenness is a kind of grief. Is it that they are born again And we grow old? No, they die too. Their yearly trick of looking new Is written down in rings of grain. Yet still the unresting castles thresh In fullgrown thickness every May. Last year is dead, they seem to say, Begin afresh, afresh, afresh.