A Quote by Newt Gingrich

It may just be because I get homesick, but I have concluded Washington's cherry blossoms are just plain overrated. — © Newt Gingrich
It may just be because I get homesick, but I have concluded Washington's cherry blossoms are just plain overrated.
The ancients waited for cherry blossoms, grieved when they were gone, and lamented their passing in countless poems. How very ordinary the poems had seemed to Sachiko when she read them as a girl, but now she knew, as well as one could know, that grieving over fallen cherry blossoms was more than a fad or convention.
Break open the cherry tree: where are the blossoms? Just wait for spring time to see how they bloom.
The work of preservation demands that the feelings playing about in one's guts not be turned into action. Just watch their passing like cherry blossoms.
We celebrate the cherry tree not for its efficiency but for its effectiveness - and for its beauty. Its materials are in constant flow, and all those thousands of useless cherry blossoms look gorgeous. Then they fall to the ground and become soil again, so there's no problem
The first time I saw a fingerbowl was at the home of my benefactress. [...] The water had a few cherry blossoms in it, and I thought it must be some clear sort of Japanese after-dinner soup and ate every bit of it, including the crisp little blossoms.
I've just concluded - since President Obama endorses the same-sex marriage, advocates homosexual people, and enjoys an attractive countenance - thus if it becomes necessary, I shall travel to Washington, D.C., get down on my knee, and ask his hand.
The hardest thing about moving to California from Connecticut was just missing my family. If I went back, it would be just because I was homesick.
Just as cherry, plum, peach and damson blossoms all possess their own unique qualities, each person is unique. We cannot become someone else. The important thing is that we live true to ourselves and cause the great flower of our lives to blossom.
The oak tree: not interested in cherry blossoms.
What a strange thing! to be alive beneath cherry blossoms.
From all these trees, in the salads, the soup, everywhere, cherry blossoms fall.
For in spite of the snapdragons and the duty millers and the cherry blossoms, it was always winter.
Break open A cherry tree And there are no flowers; But the spring breeze Brings forth myriad blossoms.
Koishikawa Korakuen Garden - one of Tokyo's oldest Japanese gardens, and one of the best spots for viewing the cherry blossoms.
Look at the cherry blossoms! Their color and scent fall with them, Are gone forever, Yet mindless The spring comes again.
If there were no cherry blossoms in this world How much more tranquil our hearts would be in spring.
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