Quotes About Renewal

...the sweet wildflower breath of spring...

Springtime flowers bloom like colorful arrows piercing their way to the sun.

At length the sun's rays have attained the right angle, and warm winds blow up mist and rain and melt the snow-banks, and the sun dispersing the mist smiles on a checkered landscape of russet and white smoking with incense, through which the traveller picks his way from islet to islet, cheered by the music of a thousand tinkling rills and rivulets whose veins are filled with the blood of winter which they are bearing off.

Spring triumphs over Winter (He always lets Her win).

Spring stirs under silent snow.

I hear the passing echoes of winter and feel the warming springtime sun.

As Earth sways us from winter to spring Nature begins her grace of glorious green

The first sparrow of spring! The year beginning with younger hope than ever!... The brooks sing carols and glees to the spring... The grass flames up on the hill sides like a spring fire... as if the earth sent forth an inward heat to greet the returning sun; not yellow but green is the color of its flame...

Under the giving snow blossoms a daring spring.

After bad weather comes good. After a storm comes a calm.

The sun tires of summer and sighs itself into autumn.

Your body is a temple, but how long can you live in the same house before you redecorate?

Sleep doesn't help if it's your soul that's tired.

Sunshine is Nature's hug and spirit breath to the earth.

But indeed, it is not so much for its beauty that the forest makes a claim upon men's hearts, as for that subtle something, that quality of the air, that emanation from the old trees, that so wonderfully changes and renews a weary spirit.

Forest air is magical.

An evening walk gives the body and mind a chance to forgive the trials and tribulations of the day, to shed the rubbish and mental clutter before retiring for the night.

If there is magic on this planet, it is contained in water.

When a fresh springtime breeze embraces you — fling your arms wide open and hug it right back!

Rain and wind speak more than just water and air— Rain patters hope Wind whispers let go...

Winter is a lean, scrappy fighter. Spring blossoms from the sweat of Winter's brow.

Not at home to callers Says the naked tree – Jacket due in April. Wishing you good day.

If winter wrote an autobiography, it would be mostly about the spring.

hiding in my winter cocoon not coming out again until June