“If I don't make the team out of spring training, I'll keep a good attitude. I'll just go polish up the parts of my game that made me not stay in the big leagues.” IfsMadeBigsGamesAttitudeTeamSpringTrainingLeaguePolishGood AttitudeSpring Training Author:Cory Lidle
“When thou cam'st first, Thou strok'st me and made much of me; wouldst give me Water with berries in't; and teach me how To name the bigger light, and how the less, That burn by day and night; and then I loved thee And showed thee all the qualities o' th' isle, The fresh springs, brine-pits, barren place and fertile.” GivingFirstsMadeLightNightNamesWaterQualityTeachSpringBiggerGive MeAstronomyTheePitsDay And NightBarrenFertileTempestBerriesIsleGonzalo From TempestCaliban Book:Four Late Plays Source: Four Late Plays
“Death's a fable. Did not Heaven inspire your equal Elements with living Fire blown from the Spring of Life? Is not that breath Immortal? Come; ye are as free from death as He that made ye: Can the flames expire which he kindled?” MadeLife IsDeathHeavenFireInspireEqualElementsSpringBreathsFlamesImmortalFables Author:Francis Quarles
“While we only look at Nature it is fair to say that Autumn is the end of the year; but it is still more true that Autumn is the beginning of the year.... Autumn is the time when in fact the leaves bud. Leaves wither because winter begins; but they also wither because spring is already beginning, because new buds are being made, as tiny as percussion caps out of which the spring will crack.... It is only an optical illusion that my flowers die in autumn; for in reality they are born.” YearsLooksMadeStillsEndsFactsRealityDiesBornFlowerSpringIllusionFairsWinterTinyAutumnCracksCapsBudPercussionOptical Illusions Author:Karel Capek
“n artistic atmosphere does not create artists a literary atmosphere does not create literators; poets and painters spring up where there was never a verse made or a picture seen. This suggests that God is no more idle now than He was at the beginning, but that He is still and forever shaping the human chaos into the instruments and means of beauty.” HumansMeanDoeMadeStillsArtistForeverPoetSpringInstrumentsChaosPainterArtisticAtmosphereVersesIdle Author:William Dean Howells