Quotes About Springtime

By oak and ash and springtime-whitened thorn, through ages gone and ages to be born, by earth below, by air arising higher, by ringing waters, and by living fire, by life and death, I charge that ye say true if ye do now give faith for faith.

But if the endlessly dead awakened a symbol in us, perhaps they would point to the catkins hanging from the bare branches of the hazel-trees, or would evoke the raindrops that fall onto the dark earth in springtime.-- And we, who have always thought of happiness as rising , would feel the emotion that almost overwhelms us whenever a happy thing falls .

Yes — the springtime needed you. Often a star was waiting for you to notice it. (Ja, die Frühlinge brauchten dich wohl. Es muteten manche Stirme dir zu, dass du sie spürtest.)

Yes, you've entered my bloodstream, the room, the whole springtime is filled with you...

I had seen my brother's name in the Cinema Palace newspaper advertisements. If I climbed back up the winding path on the hill I had just come down, I would be at his home. As I have been writing this, a poem by Nakamura Kusadato suddenly comes to mind: Coming down the winding trail, The springtime voice of the crying calf.

How shall I describe Youth, the time of contradictions and anomalies? The fiercest radicalisms, the most dogged conservatisms, irrepressible gayety, bitter melancholy--all these moods are equally part of that showery spring-time of life.

Don't tell me about the world. Not today. It's springtime and they're knocking baseball around fields where the grass is damp and green in the morning and the kids are trying to hit the curve ball.

If all flowers wanted to be roses, nature would lose her springtime beauty and the fields would no longer be decked out with little wildflowers.

Our Lord has written the promise of resurrection not in books alone but in every leaf of springtime.

Be kind like a flower and know that life is beautiful like springtime.

Bloom like a flower with fragrance so others can enjoy you during the joyous springtime.

The Olympic Games are the quadrennial celebration of the springtime of humanity.

To her own heart, which was shaped exactly like a valentine, there came a winglike palpitation, a delicate exigency, and all the fragrance of all the flowery springtime love affairs that ever were seemed waiting for them in the whiskey bottle.

To her own heart, which was shaped exactly like a valentine, there came a winglike palpitation, a delicate exigency, and all the fragrance of all the flowery springtime love affairs that ever were seemed waiting for them in the whisky bottle. To mingle their pain their handshake had promised them, was to produce a separate entity, like a child that could shift for itself, and they scrambled hastily toward this profound and pastoral experience.

Yes, bottle up your negative emotions in a neurotically unhealthy way. For my sake. Just off and on until spring. Your springtime emotions I like a lot." I took a long swig of beer. "I don't know, Timothy. I have to tell you, this is a bolt out of the blue. Your proposition is not something I ever dreamed I'd be faced with when we began sharing hearth and home and Vaseline jar. I'm going to have to give this one a lot of thought.

Was it just her, or did lovers look more adoringly at each other in this city? Especially in the springtime. 'Die, bastards.' She sighed. It wasn't their fault that they were bastards who should die.

You are the promised kiss of springtime that makes the lonely winter seem long. You are the breathless hush of evening that trembles on the brink of a lovely song.

These were songs from Merrie England's springtime, and later, on Summer Solstice (1971), they would much better capture the mood of sun-kissed medieval Arcadia.

There was no time to lose, no time to waste in rest or play. The life of the earth comes up with a rush in the springtime.

But I recall the springtime of the world as though it were yesterday—those days when we rode together to battle, and those nights when we shook the stars loose from the fresh-painted skies!

To whom it may concern: It is springtime. It is late afternoon.

Tell me something wonderful, he said to Dane. Tell me that we are going to die dreamfully and loved in our sleep. You're always writing one of your plays on the phone, said Dane. I said, something wonderful. Say something about springtime. It is sloppy and wet. It is a beast from the sea. Ah, said Harry.

In this springtime of hope, some lights seem eternal; America's is.

Don't you dare write any romantic songs about springtime Aubrey. It would kill me, and dying once is bad enough.