Quotes About Spring

And there is quite a different sort of conversation around a fire than there is in the shadow of a beech tree.... [F]our dry logs have in them all the circumstance necessary to a conversation of four or five hours, with chestnuts on the plate and a jug of wine between the legs. Yes, let us love winter, for it is the spring of genius.

let us love winter, for it is the spring of genuis.

The very spring and root of honesty and virtue lie in good education.

The Holy Spirit is God eternally giving himself; like a never-ending spring he pours forth nothing less than himself. In view of this ceaseless gift, we come to see the limitations of all that perishes, the folly of the consumerist mindset. We begin to understand why the quest for novelty leaves us unsatisfied and wanting. Are we not looking for an eternal gift? For the spring that will never run dry?

For me chemistry represented an indefinite cloud of future potentialities which enveloped my life to come in black volutes torn by fiery flashes, like those which had hidden Mount Sinai. Like Moses, from that cloud I expected my law, the principle of order in me, around me, and in the world. I would watch the buds swell in spring, the mica glint in the granite, my own hands, and I would say to myself: I will understand this, too, I will understand everything.

We cannot understand [Fascism], but we can and must understand from where it springs, and we must be on our guard...because what happened can happen again...For this reason, it is everyone's duty to reflect on what happened.

Spring has come when you can put your foot on three daisies

Learn to spread joy and happiness like Spring Blossoms. Learn to be patient through hardest times. Nature teaches us, blossom arrives at right time. Learn to show resilience while following your purpose. Nothing stays forever.

Learn to spread joy and happiness like Spring Blossoms.

Indudablemente, la primavera es lo más publicitario que tiene la vida.

Who are you, reader, reading my poems a hundred years hence? I cannot send you one single flower from this wealth of the spring, one single streak of gold from yonder clouds. Open your doors and look abroad. From your blossoming garden gather fragrant memories of the vanished flowers of an hundred years before. In the joy of your heart may you feel the living joy that sang one spring morning, sending its glad voice across an hundred years.

Spring scatters the petals of flowers that are not for the fruits of the future, but for the moment's whim.

Like my heart's pain that has long missed its meaning, the sun's rays robed in dark hide themselves under the ground. Like my heart's pain at love's sudden touch, they change their veil at the spring's call and come out in the carnival of colors, in flowers and leaves.

What a strange tune is this, that comes out of the music of Spring. It seems like the tune of yellow leaves. Spring has stored up its tears in secret for us all this while. It was afraid we should not understand it, because we were so youthful. It wanted to beguile us with smiles. But we shall sleep our hearts tonight in the sadness of the other shore.

Over increasingly large areas of the United States, spring now comes unheralded by the return of the birds, and the early mornings are strangely silent where once they were filled with the beauty of bird song.

Those who contemplate the beauty of the earth find reserves of strength that will endure as long as life lasts. There is something infinitely healing in the repeated refrains of nature - the assurance that dawn comes after night, and spring after winter.

There is something infinitely healing in the repeated refrains of nature - the assurance that dawn comes after night, and spring after winter.

They say it's better to bury your sadness in a graveyard or garden that waits for the spring to wake from its sleep and burst into green.

It's the fans that need spring training. You gotta get 'em interested. Wake 'em up and let 'em know that their season is coming, the good times are gonna roll.

When sparrows build and the leaves break forth, My old sorrow wakes and cries.

You mean guys don't get injured in spring training? Guys get hurt walking down the street.

I either do really well in spring training, or I suck. I either hit .350 or .150.

Right before I left ESPN, someone suggested doing a NFL story in the spring. The person was laughed out of the room.

Spring 2010 is the second season that I'm showing the double-breasted suit. I think the right double-breasted suit is young again.