“The tragedy is that many of us are living desperate Christian life. Sunday comes and we get some strength, and then we lose some on Monday; a good deal is gone by Tuesday and we wonder whether we have anything left. On Wednesday it has all gone and then we exist. Or perhaps refreshment comes in some other way, some meeting we attend, some friends we meet. Now that is the old order of things, that is not the new. He puts a well within us. We are not always drawing from somewhere outside. The well, the spring, goes on springing up from within into everlasting life.” WayWellsChristianOrderLeftLosesDealsWonderGoneGoes OnSpringTragedyMeetingsDrawingChristian LifeDesperateSundayMondayEverlastingTuesdayWednesdayRefreshmentsEverlasting Life Author:Martyn
“What I have left is from my native spring; I've still a heart that swells, in scorn of fate, And lifts me to my banks.” HeartStillsLeftFateSpringLiftsNativeScorn Author:John Dryden
“Take rainwater kept for several years, and mix a sextarius of this water with a pound of honey The whole is exposed to the sun for 40 days, and then left on a shelf near the fire. If you have no rain water, then boil spring water.” IfsYearsWholeLeftWaterSunFireSpringRainPoundsHoneyExposedShelvesRain WaterSpring WaterRainwater Author:Columella
“Spring cold is like the poverty of a poor man who has had a fortune left him - better days are coming.” MenLeftPoorPovertyColdSpringFortunePoor ManBetter Days Book:Innocent: A Tale of Modern Life : in 2 Volumes Source: Innocent: A Tale of Modern Life : in 2 Volumes
“Out of my deeper heart a bird rose and flew skywards. Higher and higher did it rise, yet larger and larger did it grow. At first it was but like a swallow, then a lark, then an eagle, then as vast as a spring cloud, and then it filled the starry heavens. Out of my heart a bird flew skywards. And it waxed larger as it flew. Yet it left not my heart.” FirstsHeartLeftHeavenGrowsHigherMy HeartSpringBirdFilledRoseCloudsDeeperEaglesFlewLarks Book:Kahlil Gibran: Masterpieces Source: Kahlil Gibran: Masterpieces
“After a short period spent in Brussels as a guest of a neurological institute, I returned to Turin on the verge of the invasion of Belgium by the German army, Spring 1940, to join my family. The two alternatives left then to us were either to emigrate to the United States, or to pursue some activity that needed neither support nor connection with the outside Aryan world where we lived. My family chose this second alternative. I then decided to build a small research unit at home and installed it in my bedroom.” WorldTwoStatesHomeLeftUnitedUnited StatesSupportNeededPeriodsActivitySpringResearchMy FamilyConnectionsDecidedArmyPursueAlternativesGuestsBedroomUnitsAutobiographyInvasionInstituteVergeBelgiumBrussels Author:Rita Levi-Montalcini
“I cannot love evergreens - they are the misanthropes of nature. To them the spring brings no promise, the autumn no decline; they are cut off from the sweetest of all ties with their kind - sympathy. ... I will have no evergreens in my garden; when the inevitable winter comes, every beloved plant and favorite tree shall drop together - no solitary fir left to triumph over the companionship of decay.” KindTogetherLeftCuttingTreePromiseSpringGardenPlantWinterInevitableTriumphBelovedTiesAutumnDeclineSolitaryDecayCompanionshipSweetestMisanthropeEvergreens Book:Francesca Carrara Source: Francesca Carrara