When you think everything is someone else's fault, you will suffer a lot. When you realize that everything springs only from yourself, you will learn both peace and joy.— Dalai Lama
Lust Think Spring quotations
Thinking is difficult, that's why most people judge.
If we had no winter, the spring would not be so pleasant.
Can words describe the fragrance of the very breath of spring?
The real difficulty is to overcome how you think about yourself.
Nothing is so beautiful as spring- When weeds in wheels, shoot long and lovely and lush.
In Palm Springs, they think homelessness is caused by bad divorce lawyers.
I think that no matter how old or infirm I may become, I will always plant a large garden in the spring. Who can resist the feelings of hope and joy that one gets from participating in nature's rebirth?
When thinking about life, remember this: no amount of guilt can change the past, and no amount of anxiety can change the future.
All things seem possible in May.
Our destiny often looks like a fruit-tree in winter.
Who would think from its pitiable aspect that those rigid boughs, those rough twigs could next spring again be green, bloom, and even bear fruit? Yet we hope it, we know it.
Expect to have hope rekindled. The dry seasons in life do not last. The spring rains will come again.
If you have a bad thought about yourself, tell it to go to hell because that is exactly where it came from.
If you think you can grasp me, think again: my story flows in more than one direction, a delta springing from the river bed with its five fingers spread.
The world's favorite season is the spring. All things seem possible in May.
Spring is when life's alive in everything.
Just do what works for you, because there will always be someone who thinks differently.
I love spring anywhere, but if I could choose I would always greet in a garden.
Never make your most important decisions when you are in your worst moods.
In any conflict area, it is always the women who are the first point of attack.
But I think the more they have seen of oppression and violence, they have gotten more brave, more strong, more fearless than they were. You see this refusal to just keep quiet and do as you are told.
Tension is who you think you should be. Relaxation is who yu are.
Despite the forecast, live like it's Spring.
God is in his Heaven, all's right with the world.
Nothing is ever finished and done with in this world.
You may think a seed was finished and done with when it falls like a dead thing into the earth; but when it puts forth leaves and flowers next spring you see your mistake.
Thinking is difficult, that's why most people judge.
This is what reading is like to me. It's finding a spring in the midst of a barren land. Just when I think I might up and die of thirst, I stumble onto this fresh, cold water, and I'm suddenly given this new life because I can-and do-drink to my heart's content.
A little Madness in the Spring Is wholesome even for the King.
The kind of commitment I find among the best performers across virtually every field is a single-minded passion for what they do, an unwavering desire for excellence in the way they think and the way they work. Genuine confidence is what launches you out of bed in the morning, and through your day with a spring in your step.
I am not a saint, unless you think of a saint as a sinner who keeps on trying.
I enjoy the spring more than the autumn now. One does, I think, as one gets older.
Science has never drummed up quite as effective a tranquilizing agent as a sunny spring day.
I think that the Almighty gave springtime to a tired world so that its peoples might know rest. I think that He gave it to a troubled world so that the world's inhabitants might find peace. I think He gave it to a discouraged world so that hope and faith might be reborn!
First think, second believe, third dream and finally dare.
Winter is on the road to spring. Some think it a surly road. I do not. A primrose road to spring were not as engaging to my heart as a frozen icicled craggy way angered over by strong winds that never take the iron trumpets from their lips.
I suppose the best kind of spring morning is the best weather God has to offer.
I believe in process. I believe in four seasons. I believe that winter's tough, but spring's coming. I believe that there's a growing season. And I think that you realize that in life, you grow. You get better.
Speak with honesty, think with sincerity, act with integrity.
Watching the animals come and go, and feeling the land swell up to meet them and then feeling it grow still at their departure, I came to think of the migrations as breath, as the land breathing. In spring a great inhalation of light and animals. The long-bated breath of summer. And an exhalation that propelled them all south in the fall.
A regular wind-up toy world this is, I think.
Once a day the wind-up bird has to come and wind the springs of this world. Alone in this fun house, only I grow old, a pale softball of death swelling inside me. Yet even as I sleep somewhere between Saturn and Uranus, wind-up birds everywhere are busy at work fulfilling their appointed rounds.
But your questions, which are unanswerable without exception, all spring from the same erroneous thinking.
Happiness is letting go of what you think your life is supposed to look like and celebrating it for everything that it is.
The musical emotion springs precisely from the fact that at each moment the composer withholds or adds more or less than the listener anticipates on the basis of a pattern that he thinks he can guess, but that he is incapable of wholly divining. . . .
Thoughts, and words that spring from them, bend the individual's reality.
To speak of death is to invite it. To think of sorrow is to produce it.
I think it is important that people be made aware that the vegetarian movement has a venerable history behind it. It didn’t spring full-blown from the head of a flower child in the 1960′s. It really begins with Pythagoras in the West in the 6th century BC and has reasserted itself periodically ever since.
Spring training means flowers, people coming outdoors, sunshine, optimism and baseball. Spring training is a time to think about being young again.
Think of a field of daisies: they bloom, they wither, and in the spring they grow again. Who wants to see the same stupid daisy year after year, especially with a bunch of crappy iron-lung-type equipment bolted to it?