Top 1200 Silent Spring Quotes & Sayings - Page 6

Saints can spring from any soil.

The greatest griefs are silent.

See and keep silent.

Love all the seasons, because every season has its own treasures! Winter does not own the treasures of the spring; the spring does not own the treasures of the winter! If you know only the autumn, you are poor; if you know only the summer, you are poor! To be rich, love all the seasons and live all the seasons! Wise man is the one who knows all the treasures of all the seasons!

I'm a silent assassin - I can say that.

I observe and remain silent.

The spring is a lively emblem of the Resurrection.

Painting is silent poetry.

it's spring when the world is puddle-wonderful

Crimes spring from fixed ideas.

Memory, bosom-spring of joy.

Worship the Silent Space in you.

Spring is the Period Express from God.

You can crush the flowers, but you can't stop the spring.

Apologizing is like spring cleaning.

What is reading but silent conversation?

Summer treads on heels of spring.

Heaven's Virginia when the year's at its Spring.

Tears are the silent language of grief.

Hope is never silent.

Spring is the time of plans and projects.

I got my start in silent radio.

Ooh, the silent treatment.

The great silent majority.

To hear, one must be silent.

Sometimes you have to be silent to be heard.

Spring is all about looser garments.

Silent guns have virtue.

In all the silent manliness of grief.

I can't write when it's silent. But the music can't have lyrics.

Where the Scriptures speak, we speak; where the Scriptures are silent, we are silent.

During war, the laws are silent.

We loiter in winter while it is already spring.

SEASONS PASSED, FALL AND WINTER and spring and summer. Leaves blew in through the open door of Lucius Clarke’s shop, and rain, and the green outrageous hopeful light of spring. People came and went, grandmothers and doll collectors and little girls with their mothers. Edward Tulane waited. The seasons turned into years. Edward Tulane waited. He repeated the old doll’s words over and over until they wore a smooth groove of hope in his brain: Someone will come; someone will come for you.

What is reading, but silent conversation.

In time of war the laws are silent.

Spring time is the land awakening.

Spring is when life's alive in everything.

Action is the stream, and contemplation is the spring.

Sensibility is nature's celestial spring.

If Winter comes, can Spring be far behind?

Speake fitly, or be silent wisely.

The economy is the silent elephant in the room.

How silent are the winds!

No fool can be silent at a feast.

A yawn is a silent shout.

For as long as men and women have talked about war, they have talked about it in terms of right and wrong. And for almost as long, some among them have derided such talk, called it a charade, insisted that war lies beyond (or beneath) moral judgment. War is a world apart, where life itself is at stake, where human nature is reduced to its elemental forms, where self-interest and necessity prevail. Here men and women do what they must to save themselves and their communities, and morality and law have no place. Inter arma silent leges: in time of war the law is silent.

I'm a spring leaf trembling in anticipation.

Spring passes and one remembers one's innocence.

Hear, see, and be silent.

Don't go fighting against the Spring.

From the end spring new beginnings.

How do we meditate silently? Just by not talking, just by not using outer words, we are not doing silent meditation. Silent meditation is totally different. When we start meditating in silence, right from the beginning we feel the bottom of a sea within us and without. The life of activity movement and restlessness is on the surface, but deep below, underneath our human life, there is poise and silence. So, either we shall imagine this sea of silence within us or we shall feel that we are nothing but a sea of poise itself.

...quite simply, I was in love with New York. I do not mean “love” in any colloquial way, I mean that I was in love with the city, the way you love the first person who ever touches you and you never love anyone quite that way again. I remember walking across Sixty-second Street one twilight that first spring, or the second spring, they were all alike for a while. I was late to meet someone but I stopped at Lexington Avenue and bought a peach and stood on the corner eating it and knew that I had come out out of the West and reached the mirage.

Spring is like a perhaps hand

Spring is the shortest season.

I wouldn't advise [people] to be silent.

Spring is very energising to me.

To determine if you're human. Be silent.

Winter always turns into Spring.