When it rains, I have good energy; I'm in a good mood.
Spring is when you feel like whistling even with a shoe full of slush.
I'm singing in the rain, just singing in the rain; What a wonderful feeling, I'm happy again.
With the coming of spring, I am calm again.
I'm getting optimistic. I think, as I talk to people around the country - they seem to get it. They want a return to those things that made America different and great.
The beautiful spring came; and when Nature resumes her loveliness, the human soul is apt to revive also.
I wake up every morning new, free as a bird.
The SCMP, in short, reveals the renewed spirit of Hong Kong driven by my government - connect and excel - and in its passionate commitment to the community.
Spring is God's way of saying, 'One more time!'
I'm young in spirit and have lots of energy.
For hope is always born at the same time as love.
These are the soul's changes. I don't believe in ageing. I believe in forever altering one's aspect to the sun. Hence my optimism.
Kids are so dynamic; if you're tired and you walk into a roomful of kids, your energy is brought up to their level.
The death of what's dead is the birth of what's living.
The band was rejuvenated by that wonderful day. It breathed new life into us.
The living word awakened my soul, gave it light, hope, joy, set it free!
In you, I found infinity. In you, I was reborn
We must have faith during the period of our grief. We think that our afflictions will be greater than we can bear, but we do not know the strength of our own hearts, nor the power of God. He knows all. He knows every folding of the heart and also the extent of the sorrow that he inflicts. What we think will overwhelm us entirely only subdues and conquers our pride. Our renewed spirit rises from its subjugation with a celestial strength and consolation.
There's always another adventure if you keep your head above water and I don't have any desire to slow down because it keeps you young.
I think being in love with life is a key to eternal youth.
There’s a morning when presence comes over your soul. You sing like a rooster in your earth-colored shape. Your heart hears and, no longer frantic, begins to dance.
There's an abundance of hope in Hollywood, as if it's fueled by the sun, and maybe it is.
Hope smiles from the threshold of the year to come, whispering, 'It will be happier.'
The earth has grown old with its burden of care, but at Christmas it always is young, the heart of the jewel burns lustrous and fair, and its soul full of music breaks the air, when the song of angels is sung.
Spring was moving in the air above and in the earth below and around him, penetrating even his dark and lowly little house with its spirit of divine discontent and longing.
