The Virgin Spring Quotes & Sayings

The world comes to life. Wisps of green steal across the fields, rich with the promise of spring. Tiny shoots push through the soil. Virgin buds uncoil at the tips of branches. Soft, fresh grass sweeps and swells across the meadows. Thornbushes blossom on the hillsides. The walnut tress have survived the winter, though their antlered crowns still stand bare. Fresh leaves reach longingly for rain from the sky. — Miklos Vamos

Yahweh doesn't owe us an explanation for what He does. He's sovereign over all: 'Can you fathom the mysteries of God? Can you probe the limits of the Almighty? They are higher than the heavens - what can you do? They are deeper than the depths of the grave - what can you know?... If he comes along and confines you in prison... who can oppose him?' So you see? I don't need to know why anymore. — Lynn Austin

I have found that traditional school settings are hostile to children who live under constant stress and duress. I resent the idea that, just because it is "free," public education is the first choice. Public education is one choice among many, but it is not the norm against which other schooling options are to be graded. — Rosaria Champagne Butterfield

Now I want to make it plain that 'The Virgin Spring' must be regarded as an aberration. It's touristic, a lousy imitation of Kurosawa. — Ingmar Bergman

Kristen Bell is one of my best friends. I've had the pleasure of working with some really great people, and Kristen is just a beautiful, talented young lady. — Chris Lowell

I like the idea of making some friends, of going to the same school for more than a few months, of maybe actually having a life. I started to do it in Florida. It was sort of great, and for the first time since we've been on Earth, I almost feel normal. I want to find somewhere and stay somewhere. — Pittacus Lore

I am love. Everything in me and outside of me is love. Today I choose to repeat this, believe this, and commit to this. I am love. Anything else I have chosen to believe is false evidence appearing real. What I choose to see as real today is love and only love. I am love — Gabrielle Bernstein

Show me now. Make it real. Don't just say some sappy shit when you're gone. Otherwise, it's a load of crap — Chris Kyle

You'll see a lot more blood in 'Saw' movies or something like that than you will in either of the 'Last House' movies. I kind of think it owes more to 'The Virgin Spring' which is the original source material, the Bergman movie. — Garret Dillahunt

All that is real in me is God; all that is real in God is I. The gulf between God and me is thus bridged. Thus by knowing God, we find that the kingdom of heaven is within us. — Swami Vivekananda

The Virgin (and I'm not speaking here of a sexual virgin) is the one whose search springs from her complete independence, and everything she learns is the fruit of her ability to face challenges alone. — Paulo Coelho

The thing with bookshelves, no matter how many you have, you always fill them. — Douglas Coupland

God must be a smell, one of those delicious dreamy aromas that float into the soul on the warm hopeful days of spring. What is God must be one of those smells that beguile and inebriate the mind, who like a fine drunken horse of water the heart now rides, galloping wild in every direction like a river flooding right through the topsoil of your youth, cutting and eroding a groove that will be your life, a canyon sunk deep into the virgin plains and unsawn forests of your early days. — Martin Prechtel

I don't think I want to have this sort of conversation with you, especially since you're going to be a virgin till you're thirty-five."
Anna grinned. "I won't tell you about Hans and Boris during spring break then."
"You hung out on my couch during spring break."
"So did Hans and Boris."
- Perfect For You — Kate Perry

Conscience allows us to do two things: Pass judgment on ourselves; approve or condemn our own conduct. — Edwin Louis Cole

The spring without a leaf to toss, bare and bright like a virgin fierce in her chastity, scornful in her purity, was laid out on fields wide-eyed and watchful and entirely careless of what was done or thought by the beholders. — Virginia Woolf

Whoever appears to have much cunning has in reality very little; being deficient in the essential article, which is, to hide cunning. — Henry Home, Lord Kames

I think a good poem should have some inscrutable part. You can't quite explain it. The poem can only explain itself to a certain limit and at that point you enter into a little bit of mystery. That for me is the perfect poem: to begin in clarity and to end in mystery. — Billy Collins

While many alien species are harmless, others pose expensive threats to seas and fields and forests. — Nancy Gibbs

No border town is anything but a border town, just as no waterfront is anything but a waterfront. — Raymond Chandler

The spring is here, young and beautiful as ever, and absolutely shocking in its display of reckless maternity; but the Judas treewill bloom for you on the Bosphorus if you get there in time. No one ever loved the dog-wood and Judas tree as I have done, and it is my one crown of life to be sure that I am going to take them with me to heaven to enjoy real happiness with the Virgin and them. — Henry Adams

I actually know the moment I became known. It was at the Cannes Film Festival, when they showed 'The Virgin Spring.' I walked into that theater as one person, and I walked out as another. — Max Von Sydow

All things are recreated, and the flame Of consentaneous love inspires all life. The fertile bosom of the earth gives suck To myriads, who still grow beneath her care, Rewarding her with their pure perfectness; The balmy breathings of the wind inhale Her virtues and diffuse them all abroad; Health floats amid the gentle atmosphere, Glows in the fruits and mantles on the stream; No storms deform the beaming brow of heaven, Nor scatter in the freshness of its pride The foliage of the ever-verdant trees; But fruits are ever ripe, flowers ever fair, And autumn proudly bears her matron grace, Kindling a flush on the fair cheek of spring, Whose virgin bloom beneath the ruddy fruit Reflects its tint and blushes into love. — Percy Bysshe Shelley