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He knew a path that wanted walking; He knew a spring that wanted drinking; A thought that wanted further thinking.More [01/01/2000 12:01:00]
We are not to make the ideas of contentment and aspiration quarrel, for God made them fast friends. A man may aspire, and yet be quite content until it is time to raise; and both flying and resting are but parts of one contentment. The very fruit of the gospel is aspiration. It is to the heart what spring is to the earth, making every root, and bud, and bough desire to be more. -More [01/01/2000 12:01:00]
If we had no winter, the spring would not be so pleasant: if we did not sometimes taste of adversity, prosperity would not be so welcome.More [01/01/2000 12:01:00]
It is with roses and locomotives (not to mention acrobats Spring electricity Coney Island the 4th of July the eyes of mice and Niagara Falls) that my poems are competing.More [01/01/2000 12:01:00]
April is the cruelest month, breeding lilacs out of the dead land, mixing memory and desire, stirring dull roots with spring rain.More [01/01/2000 12:01:00]
We are reformers in the spring and summer, but in autumn we stand by the old. Reformers in the morning, and conservers at night.More [01/01/2000 12:01:00]
Ceremony and ritual spring from our heart of hearts: those who govern us know it well, for they would sooner deny us bread than dare alter the observance of tradition.More [01/01/2000 12:01:00]
More than in any other performing arts the lack of respect for acting seems to spring from the fact that every layman considers himself a valid critic.More [01/01/2000 12:01:00]
The only thing that could spoil a day was people. People were always the limiters of happiness except for the very few that were as good as spring itself.More [01/01/2000 12:01:00]
A heresy can spring only from a system that is in full vigor.More [01/01/2000 12:01:00]
Power corrupts the few, while weakness corrupts the many. The resentment of the weak does not spring from any injustice done to them but from the sense of their inadequacy and impotence. They hate not wickedness but weakness. When it is in their power to do so, the weak destroy weakness wherever they see it.More [01/01/2000 12:01:00]
To correct the evils, great and small, which spring from want of sympathy and from positive enmity among strangers, as nations or as individuals, is one of the highest functions of civilization.More [01/01/2000 12:01:00]
Events of great consequence often spring from trifling circumstances.More [01/01/2000 12:01:00]
A habit of devout fellowship with God is the spring of all our life, and the strength of it.More [01/01/2000 12:01:00]
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.More [01/01/2000 12:01:00]
Apothegms to thinking minds are the seeds from which spring vast fields of new thought, that may be further cultivated, beautified, and enlarged.More [01/01/2000 12:01:00]
It has been well said that tea is suggestive of a thousand wants, from which spring the decencies and luxuries of civilization.More [01/01/2000 12:01:00]
I look upon those pitiful concretions of lime and clay which spring up, in mildewed forwardness, out of the kneaded fields about our capital... not merely with the careless disgust of an offended eye, not merely with sorrow for a desecrated landscape, but with a painful foreboding that the roots of our national greatness must be deeply cankered when they are thus loosely struck in their native ground. The crowded tenements of a struggling and restless population differ only from the tents of the Arab or the Gipsy by their less healthy openness to the air of heaven, and less happy choice of their spot of earth; by their sacrifice of liberty without the gain of rest, and of stability without the luxury of change.More [01/01/2000 12:01:00]
Sitting quietly, doing nothing, spring comes and the grass grows by itself.More [01/01/2000 12:01:00]
Almost all of our sorrows spring out of our relations with other people.More [01/01/2000 12:01:00]
It were as wise to cast a violet into a crucible that you might discover the formal principle of its color and odor, as seek to transfuse from one language into another the creations of a poet. The plant must spring again from its seed, or it will bear no flower -- and this is the burthen of the curse of Babel.More [01/01/2000 12:01:00]
O, wind, if winter comes, can spring be far behind?More [01/01/2000 12:01:00]
It is disturbing to discover in oneself these curious revelations of the validity of the Darwinian theory. If it is true that we have sprung from the ape, there are occasions when my own spring appears not to have been very far.More [01/01/2000 12:01:00]
For where there is true love, a man is neither out of measure lifted up by prosperity, nor cast down by mishap; whether you give or take away from him, so long as he keeps his beloved, he has a spring of inward peace. Thus, even though thy outward man grieve, or weep downright, that may well be borne, if only thy inner man remain at peace, perfectly content with the will of God.More [01/01/2000 12:01:00]
I believe that what so saddens the reformer is not his sympathy with his fellows in distress, but, though he be the holiest son of God, is his private ail. Let this be righted, let the spring come to him, the morning rise over his couch, and he will forsake his generous companions without apology.More [01/01/2000 12:01:00]
There are times to cultivate and create, when you nurture your world and give birth to new ideas and ventures. There are times of flourishing and abundance, when life feels in full bloom, energized and expanding. And there are times of fruition, when things come to an end. They have reached their climax and must be harvested before they begin to fade. And finally of course, there are times that are cold, and cutting and empty, times when the spring of new beginnings seems like a distant dream. Those rhythms in life are natural events. They weave into one another as day follows night, bringing, not messages of hope and fear, but messages of how things are.More [01/01/2000 12:01:00]
Art and ideology often interact on each other; but the plain fact is that both spring from a common source. Both draw on human experience to explain mankind to itself; both attempt, in very different ways, to assemble coherence from seemingly unrelated phenomena; both stand guard for us against chaos.More [01/01/2000 12:01:00]
Spring is not the best of seasons. Cold and flu are two good reasons; wind and rain and other sorrow, warm today and cold tomorrow. Whoever said Spring was romantic? The word that best applies is frantic!More [01/01/2000 12:01:00]
Only happy people can learn. Only happy people can teach. Our religion should put a sparkle in our eyes and a tone in our voice, and a spring in our step that bears witness of our faith and confidence in the goodness of God.More [01/01/2000 12:01:00]
Dr. Evil: The details of my life are quite inconsequential... very well, where do I begin? My father was a relentlessly self-improving boulangerie owner from Belgium with low grade narcolepsy and a penchant for buggery. My mother was a fifteen year old French prostitute named Chloe with webbed feet. My father would womanize, he would drink. He would make outrageous claims like he invented the question mark. Sometimes he would accuse chestnuts of being lazy. The sort of general malaise that only the genius possess and the insane lament. My childhood was typical. Summers in Rangoon, luge lessons. In the spring we'd make meat helmets. When I was insolent I was placed in a burlap bag and beaten with reeds- pretty standard really. At the age of twelve I received my first scribe. At the age of fourteen a Zoroastrian named Vilma ritualistically shaved my testicles. There really is nothing like a shorn scrotum... it's breathtaking- I highly suggest you try it.More [08/06/2005 12:08:00]
Annie: None of us have been here before, love. I mean, for God's sake, my John didn't see me naked until the spring of 1975.
Chris: What happened in the spring of '75?
Annie: There was a lizard in the shower block at Abergele.
[laughter]
Annie: Quite a few people saw me naked that morning.More [08/22/2005 12:08:00]
Mr. Duvall: Never in my 14 years as an educator have I seen such behavior. And from young ladies. I've got parents calling me on the phone and asking, ?Did someone get shot?. I oughta cancel your Spring Fling.
[all girls shout, no, and whisper among themselves]
Mr. Duvall: Now, I'm not gonna do that because we've already paid the DJ, but don't think I'm not taking this book seriously. Coach Carr has fled school property. Ms. Norbury has been accused of selling drugs. Now what the young ladies in this grade need is an attitude makeover. And you're going to get it, right now. I don't care how long it takes. I will keep you here all night.
Joan the Secretary: We can't keep them past four.
Mr. Duvall: I will keep you here until four.More [11/02/2005 12:11:00]
Lidia: My name's Lidia Simmons, and I'm 12 years old, and these here are my memoirs. I can't really tell ya much about me, nor my life, without first telling ya 'bout my brother Stu. All spring Stu's being kinda quite. Perhaps it was because a couple months earlier our father gone out looking for work and never returned. It wasn't the first time dad went away. Ever since he'd come back from Vietnam things haven't been just right. Mom held two jobs just to make ins meat. And we were still dirt poor, like everybody else in Juliet Mississippi. But this June morning in 1970 was different. All the flowers were in bloom, and along with the color, and sweet smell of summer, our father had come home.More [11/26/2005 12:11:00]
Catherine Allen: How often do you bathe?
Will Penny: Well, eight or nine times. It depends.
Catherine Allen: On what?
Will Penny: The weather.
Catherine Allen: Eight or nine times a month?
Will Penny: Eight or nine times a month? A year!
Catherine Allen: A year?
Will Penny: Well sure. You have a real good one when you finish the shove up north, like at the hotel in Alfred. Then one or two in the winter, if you don't catch your death. Then a couple in the spring and one more good one before you start the shove up again. The rest depends on what kind of water you hit on the drive. Well, what's wrong with that? That's as much as anybody!More [02/21/2006 12:02:00]
It's kind of a reminder, particularly when you look at his young children, how they gravitate to goodness and to light, ... The idea of the song is that no matter how chaotic it is, wildflowers will still spring up in the middle of nowhere.More [03/20/2006 12:03:00]
Here's one of the things that drives me crazy: I'm walking with Leila through Central Park on a lovely spring afternoon. Birds are chirping, sun is shining, my daughter is smiling at me. Some woman comes up and says, 'So, you're babysitting this afternoon, eh?'More [04/06/2006 12:04:00]
“I'm the King of Spring Ting! Without 'Clef you can't have no Spring Ting!”More [11/13/2006 12:11:00]
Jack Sparrow: What's your name?
Will Turner: Will Turner.
Jack Sparrow: That would be short for William, I imagine. Good strong name, no doubt named for your father, eh?
Will Turner: Yes.
Jack Sparrow: Well Mr. Turner, I've changed me mind. If you spring me from this cell, I swear on pain of death, I shall take you to the Black Pearl and your bonnie lass. Do we have an accord?
[puts out his hand]
Will Turner: Agreed.
[they shake hands]More [02/19/2007 12:02:00]
Gimli: It's true you don't see many dwarf women. And in fact, they are so alike in voice and appearance, that they are often mistaken for dwarf men.
Aragorn: [whispering] It's the beards.
Gimli: And this in turn has given rise to the belief that there are no dwarf women, and that dwarves just spring out of holes in the ground!
[Eowyn laughs]
Gimli: Which is, of course, ridiculous.More [03/20/2007 12:03:00]
Eowyn: Leave me alone, snake!
Wormtongue: Oh, but you are alone. Who knows what you have spoken to the darkness, alone, in the bitter watches of the night, when all your life seems to shrink, the walls of your bower closing in about you, a hutch to trammel some wild thing in? So fair, yet so cold like a morning of pale Spring still clinging to Winter's chill.
Eowyn: Your words are poison!More [03/20/2007 12:03:00]
[extended version, the Houses of Healing]
Eowyn: The city has fallen silent. There is no warmth left in the sun.
Faramir: [approaching her] It is only the damp of the first spring rain.
[Eowyn looks up at him]
Faramir: I do not believe this darkness will endure.More [03/21/2007 12:03:00]
Sam: [Both are overcome by exhaustion] Do you remember the Shire, Mr. Frodo? It'll be spring soon. And the orchards will be in blossom. And the birds will be nesting in the hazel thicket. And they'll be sowing the summer barley in the lower fields... and eating the first of the strawberries with cream. Do you remember the taste of strawberries?
Frodo: No, Sam. I can't recall the taste of food... nor the sound of water... nor the touch of grass. I'm... naked in the dark. There's... There's nothing. No veil between me and the wheel of fire. I can see him... with my waking eyes.
Sam: Then let us be rid of it... once and for all. Come on, Mr. Frodo. I can't carry it for you... but I can carry you.More [03/21/2007 12:03:00]
Van Wilder: The first day of spring semester. A time to say goodbye to the parents once again, and say hello to a few new student bodies.More [05/24/2007 12:05:00]
Marquis de Sade: Prepare yourself for the most impure tale ever to spring from the mind of man.More [05/29/2007 12:05:00]
Melanie Lewis: Did you know that Galileo thought that oceans made up the face of the man in the moon?
Ryan Flynn: Actually, they're lava flows.
Melanie Lewis: I know. They're called maria. Do you know the name of the biggest, nearest crater to the Apolo 11 landing?
Ryan Flynn: Julius Caesar. Know when Apollo 11 landed?
Melanie Lewis: Summer of '69. Which hemisphere?
Ryan Flynn: West. Can you name an eastern landing?
Melanie Lewis: Apollo 15, summer of '71. Name another west?
Ryan Flynn: 17, winter of '72. Name a landing near Copernicus crater.
Melanie Lewis: Apollo 12, summer of '69. And 16 landed in spring of '72
Ryan Flynn: And 14 in winter of '71!
Melanie Lewis: [smiles] We're all out of missions.More [08/09/2007 12:08:00]
Valerian: Twice each year, at the Spring and Summer Equinox, the king selects a new victim. Virgins.
Ulrich: A lottery! Barbaric. And in return, this dragon... it leaves your villages and crops unburned. Your king has made a pact with a monster!More [09/28/2007 12:09:00]
Elliot: [upon encountering ET, running excitedly into the house] Mom, mom! There's something out at me!
Elliot: [starts chattering noisily to the other boys] What?
Elliot: Quiet!
[they obey, he speaks in a hushed tone]
Elliot: *Nobody* go out there!
Greg: [the boys all spring up excitedly] Ha! Ha! Ha!
[they grab knives]
Mary: Stop you guys, stay right here!
Greg: You stay here, Mom, we'll check it out!
Mary: And put those knives back!
[Elliot grabs her hands and pulls her outside as well]
Mary: Okay, Elliott!More [10/04/2007 12:10:00]
Let peace, descending from her native heaven, bid her olives spring amidst the joyful nations; and plenty, in league with commerce, scatter blessings from her copious hand!More [10/23/2007 12:10:00]
Og: I'll have to alter your personality. Stand up please.
Senator Billboard Rawkins: Why don't you leave me alone?
Og: Oh, this won't be a bit hard. All we have to do is broaden out that narro mind, reduce some of the bigotry, and your pomposity won't show through at all. Wait till everyone sees you in your new spring psyche. People will say you're in love. Now - 'Fiddle, foddle, foil and fiddle/ cure this fuddled individual / whirl, ye waters and unwind/ this tangled, medieval mind / breath of bee and bluebird's wing / make his scowling spirits sing / balm of briar, sandlewood / season him with brotherhood / magic vapors, make this person a better person / Not a worse 'un.' - He sleeps! The cure's beginning to work!More [11/09/2007 12:11:00]
Tommy Johnson: Are you gonna sit in some poxy office with a cunt for a boss telling you what to do as you count your pennies trying to make ends meet in a country that's sinking into strikes and wars and at the end of the day you go home to your cosy little flat in 'nowheresville' and pull your IKEA curtains shut to hide from the big bad world and pretend it's not happening? Or are you gonna stand up and be counted, make a difference and feel the rush? Just for once say "fuck it". I'm coiled up like a spring and I'm ready to burst and wanking ain't doing it anymore. I need violence to make me feel I'm still alive. I know what I'd rather do, mate. Tottenham away. Love it!More [11/19/2007 12:11:00]
I‘m glad this matter has been resolved. Basically, I’m looking forward to spring training.More [11/23/2007 12:11:00]
Athena: [giving Ted a list of things they need] We need sea salt, a little bit of sea salt. Or kosher salt, if you have no sea salt. A bottle of spring water - French, not that Italian shit.
Kiva: Um, yes, and could I have some French fries?
Elspeth: Shut up, Kiva.
Athena: Some ginger and some raw meat. Liver, if you have it.
Kiva: I want fries, you stupid jerks with your dumb fucking ritual.
Athena: [kicks her] Shut up, you little shit!
Elspeth: Hey, don't talk to her that way.More [11/24/2007 12:11:00]
Brigadier General Lewis A. Armistead: The last time I saw Winn he played that song. That very song. Back in California, we were all together for the last time. Before we broke up. Spring of '61. Almyra Hancock. You remember Almyra, Hancock's wife? Beautiful woman. Most perfect woman I ever saw. They were a beautiful couple. Beautiful. Garnett was with me that night. A lot of fellows from the old outfit. People standing around singing in the blue uniform. We were leaving the next day. Some going north, some going south. Splitting up. A soldier's farewell. "Goodbye." "Good luck." "I'll see you in hell." Do you remember that? Towards the end of the evening, we all sat around the piano. And Myra played that song there, that was the one she played. Maybe for years, maybe forever, I'll never forget that. You know how it was, Pete. Winn was like a brother to me. Remember? Towards the end of the evening, things got a little rough. We both began to... well, there were a lot of tears. I went over to Hancock. I took him by the shoulder. I said, "Winn, so help me, if I ever raise my hand against you, may God strike me dead." Ain't seen him since. He was at Malverne Hill, White Oak Swamp, Sharpsburg, Fredericksburg. One of these days, I will see him, I'm afraid. Across that small, deadly space. I thought about sitting this one out. But I can't do that. That wouldn't be right either. I guess not. Thank you, Peter. I had to talk about that.More [12/12/2007 12:12:00]
Ghost Dog: It is said that what is called the Spirit of an Age is something to which one cannot return. That this spirit gradually dissipates is due to the world's coming to an end. In the same way, a single year does not have just spring or summer. A single day, too, is the same. For this reason, although one would like to change today's world back to the spirit of one hundred years or more ago, it cannot be done. Thus it is important to make the best out of every generation.More [12/16/2007 12:12:00]
Jack Wade: My car is over here.
James Bond: After you.
[comes up after Jack Wade and traps him with the car door and draws his gun on him]
James Bond: Just like you said. "Drop it".
Jack Wade: Okay, April is a spring month, but here in St. Petersburg, we're freezing our butts off. Isn't that enough for government work?
James Bond: No. Show me the rose.
Jack Wade: Geez. No.
[Bonds shoves his gun into Wade]
Jack Wade: Alright, alright, alright.
[Wade unbuckles his pants and shows him his rose tattoo with the name "Muffy"]
James Bond: Muffy?
Jack Wade: Third wife.More [12/26/2007 12:12:00]
James Bond: In London, April's a spring month.
Jack Wade: Oh yeah? And what are you, the weatherman? I mean, for crying out loud... another stiff ass Brit, with your secret codes and your passwords. One of these days you guys are gonna learn to just drop it.More [12/26/2007 12:12:00]
Henry Drummond: For I intend to show this court that what Bertram Cates spoke quietly one spring morning in the Hillsboro High School is not crime. It is incontrovertible as geometry to any enlightened community of minds.
Prosecutor Tom Davenport: In this community, Colonel Drummond, and in this sovereign state, exactly the opposite is the case. The language of the law is clear, your Honor. We do not need experts to question the validity of a law that is already on the books.
Henry Drummond: Well, what do you need? A gallows to hang him from?
Prosecutor Tom Davenport: That remark is an insult to this entire community.
Henry Drummond: And this community is an insult to the world.More [04/15/2008 12:04:00]
Louis: In the spring of 1988, I returned to New Orleans, and as soon as I smelled the air, I knew I was home. It was rich, almost sweet, like the scent of jasmine and roses around our old courtyard. I walked the streets, savoring that long lost perfume.More [04/21/2008 12:04:00]
[from trailer]
Kate: [voice over] Here's a little something for you. There was a freak blizzard in the spring of 2004. So, watch out for that April snow.More [06/26/2008 12:06:00]
Hector Cyr: [after being startled by Hank and his revolver] Jesus fucking Christ!
Sheriff Hank Keough: What the hell are you doing?
Hector Cyr: What the hell are YOU doing? I'm laying a spring trap.
Sheriff Hank Keough: I could have shot you!
Hector Cyr: This could end up saving your life, which is meaningful to you, because the longer you live, the more sex you get to have with your sister!
Jack Wells: [comes running over] What's going on here?
Hector Cyr: [about Hank, who'd been out for a bathroom break] He's waving his little wang around scaring the shit outta me!
Sheriff Hank Keough: [holds up his revolver] How big is *this?*More [06/26/2008 12:06:00]

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