True and great love springs out of great knowledge, and where you know little you can love but little or not at all.
Up to forty a woman has only forty springs in her heart. After that age she has only forty winters.
I love Nashville, but I miss the Gulf Coast, the wetlands, and the Delta of Lower Alabama every day. Magnolia Springs is a sweet little town in reality, but, in my heart, it is a kind of mythological oasis. I relive the memory every time I cross the Magnolia River. My memory is probably not accurate, but it's a wonderful memory. So Magnolia Springs lives in my heart as a beautiful, cool, watery place.
There is a form of laughter that springs from the heart, heard every day in the merry voice of childhood, the expression of a laughter - loving spirit that defies analysis by the philosopher, which has nothing rigid or mechanical in it, and totally without social significance. Bubbling spontaneously from the heart of child or man. Without egotism and full of feeling, laughter is the music of life.
I am so fresh in soul and spirit that life gushes and bubbles around me in a thousand springs.
Teach us delight in simple things, and mirth that has no bitter springs.
Certain springs are tapped only when you're alone.
In every tyrant's heart there springs in the end this poison, that he cannot trust a friend.
The world will be for the common people, and the sounds of Happiness will reach even the deepest springs.
Writing is done by someone. It is not, like some mythical goddess, a skill that springs forth, full grown from the genes of inspiration.
What is evil?-Whatever springs from weakness.
Hope springs eternal.
I have a house in Saratoga Springs.
Plot springs from character. . . I've always sort of believed that these people inside me- these characters- know who they are and what they're about and what happens, and they need me to help get it down on paper because they don't type.
When design springs from an understanding of the people who are going to use a product, you begin to see forms that you would never have imagined.
Hope springs exulting on triumphant wing.
Lordy, lordy, lordy do I love money. It is a character flaw, no doubt, one that springs from a panicked childhood in which I always felt as if our family was only a couple missed child support payments from being tossed onto the pitiless streets of our suburban New Jersey town.
You shall find books and sermons everywhere, in the land and in the sea, in the earth and in the skies, and you shall learn from every living beast, and bird, and fish, and insect, and from every useful or useless plant that springs from the ground.
Will springs from the two elements of moral sense and self-interest.
The need to express oneself in writing springs from a mal-adjustment to life, or from an inner conflict which the adolescent (or the grown man) cannot resolve in action. Those to whom action comes as easily as breathing rarely feel the need to break loose from the real, to rise above, and describe it. . . I do not mean that it is enough to be maladjusted to become a great writer, but writing is, for some, a method of resolving a conflict, provided they have the necessary talent.
