Quotes About Spring

March is a tomboy with tousled hair, a mischievous smile, mud on her shoes and a laugh in her voice.

The breeze and the dew make tranquil the clear dawn; Behind the curtain there is one who alone is up betimes. The orioles sing and the flowers smile - Whose then, after all, is the Spring?

It was May before my attention came to spring and my word I said to the southern slopes I've missed it, it came and went before I got right to see: don't worry, said the mountain, try the later northern slopes or if you can climb, climb into spring: but said the mountain it's not that way with all things, some that go are gone

We may not know whether our understanding is correct, or whether our sentiments are noble, but the air of the day surrounds us like spring which spreads over the land without our aid or notice.

At what point then is the approach of danger to be expected? I answer, if it ever reach us, it must spring up amongst us. It cannot come from abroad. If destruction be our lot, we must ourselves be its author and finisher. As a nation of freemen, we must live through all time or die by suicide.

There is a lovely term in botany-vernalization- referring to seeds that can only thrive in spring if they have been through the severity of winter. Without the stress of cold in a temperate climate, without the cycle of seasons, grapes would not be able to make ice wine. If we didn't remember winter in spring, it wouldn't be as lovely…We would be playing life with no flats or sharps, on a piano with no white keys.

I have been a joy to live with all spring: Upbeat, warm and tender, uncomplicated, and loving. I am no trouble at all. You could press me into dough and make sugar cookies out of me, I've been so sweet.

The real risk is that we will fall into depression and despair; the danger is that we will lose hope in the human project. It is this kind of despondency that art is uniquely well suited to correct. Flowers in spring, blue skies, children running on the beach . . . these are the visual symbols of hope.

In classical Sanskrit poetry, the laughter of women is responsible for the blooming of plants, which is why women were invited to the royal gardens in spring to sing and dance and play.

She could smell the sea in the air, but more than that, she could smell the scent of the grass as it awoke from its winter slumber. She could hear the sound of crickets as they sang to the emerging stars. It was springtime on the North Island. It was springtime for the world.

and we will have such a splendid row on grandfather's big pond. How nice it will be!" Annie kissed the child, who was her favourite among them all, for he seemed to love her best, and had called her "sister Annie" from the first; but still she said firmly, "We will have a beautiful row when spring comes, Willie; but on Thursday I had much rather stay at home with Rhoda!

I suppose the best kind of spring morning is the best weather God has to offer.

Life has puffed and blown itself into a summer day, and clouds and spring billow over the heavens as if calendars were a listing of mathematical errors.

Everything is everything What is meant to be, will be After winter, must come spring Change, it comes eventually

A life without love is like a year without spring.

I hear the sounds of melting snow outside my window every night and with the first faint scent of spring, I remember life exists

I think of my own epitaph, still to be written, and all the places I'll wander. No longer rooted, but gold, flowing. I feel a thousand capacities spring up in me.

S-a terminat de tot cu iarna. Finch, tu mi-ai adus primavara.

Acabou o inverno. Finch, você me trouxe a primavera.

No more winter at all. Finch, you brought me spring.

Years from now this will be what I remember when I remember my spring break senior year. It will be this moment right here. The smell of chlorine on his skin. The way the sun dips slow into the water before it disappears. The first time I ever told a boy I loved him.

The Sun Has Burst The Sky The sun has burst the sky Because I love you And the river its banks. The sea laps the great rocks Because I love you And takes no heed of the moon dragging it away And saying coldly 'Constancy is not for you'. The blackbird fills the air Because I love you With spring and lawns and shadows falling on lawns. The people walk in the street and laugh I love you And far down the river ships sound their hooters Crazy with joy because I love you

In California, the first spring is in November. March only echoes.

Skipping turns your legs into built-in pogo sticks.