A Quote by David Hockney

Spring is very energising to me. — © David Hockney
Spring is very energising to me.

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London is a very energising place to be.
It's a very beneficial experience for me that America has started to be interested in me. I get offers here, and I'm very open to having a new spring in my career here.
I love spring flowers: daffodils and hyacinths are the ultimate flower for me. They are the essence of spring.
Spring Break is very strange. I grew up in France, so I don't know Spring Break. That doesn't exist in Europe.
I'm usually rough during Spring Training. My Spring Training numbers aren't very good, but I never expect them to be.
Meditation is silence, energising and fulfilling. Silent is the eloquent expression of the inexpressible.
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.
Spring and fall, those are very inspiring times of the year for me.
Poets and songwriters speak highly of spring as one of the great joys of life in the temperate zone, but in the real world most of spring is disappointing. We looked forward to it too long, and the spring we had in mind in February was warmer and dryer than the actual spring when it finally arrives. We'd expected it to be a whole season, like winter, instead of a handful of separate moments and single afternoons.
I'm very confident my health isn't going to allow me to be a good player, especially in the spring.
I can still bring into my body the joy I felt at seeing the first trillium of spring, which seemed to be telling me, “Never give up hope, spring will come.”
So Spring comes merry towards me here, but earns No answering smile from me, whose life is twin'd With the dead boughs that winter still must bind, And whom today the Spring no more concerns. Behold, this crocus is a withering flame; This snowdrop, snow; this apple-blossom's part To breed the fruit that breeds the serpent's art. Nay, for these Spring-flowers, turn thy face from them, Nor stay till on the year's last lily-stem The white cup shrivels round the golden heart.
He who hopes for spring with upturned eye never sees so small a thing as Draba. He who despairs of spring with downcast eye steps on it, unknowing. He who searches for spring with his knees in the mud finds it, in abundance.
Every year it seems to me I hear complaints about spring. It is either "late" or "unusually cold," "abnormally dry" or "fantastically wet," for no one is ever willing to admit that there is no such thing as a normal spring.
Flower god, god of the spring, beautiful, bountiful, Cold-dyed shield in the sky, lover of versicles, Here I wander in April Cold, grey-headed; and still to my Heart, Spring comes with a bound, Spring the deliverer, Spring, song-leader in woods, chorally resonant; Spring, flower-planter in meadows, Child-conductor in willowy Fields deep dotted with bloom, daisies and crocuses: Here that child from his heart drinks of eternity: O child, happy are children!
The spring wakes us, nurtures us and revitalizes us. How often does your spring come? If you are a prisoner of the calendar, it comes once a year. If you are creating authentic power, it comes frequently, or very frequently.
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