Quotes About Spring

And I knew only what all men know, that the cycle of winter and spring and all growing things has within itself some sublime truth that restores without myth or language.

Spring comes into Massachusetts with her famous flame. God's breath warming the winter out of things

Stavia saw herself as in a picture, from the outside, a darkly cloaked figure moving along a cobbled street, the stones sheened with a soft, early spring rain.

along a cobbled street, the stones sheened with a soft, early spring rain. On either side the gutters ran with an infant chuckle and gurgle, baby streams being amused with themselves. The

Imagination is the politics of dreams; imagination turns every word into a bottle rocket. . . . Imagine every day is Independence Day and save us from traveling the river changed; save us from hitchhiking the long road home. Imagine an escape. Imagine that your own shadow on the wall is a perfect door. Imagine a song stronger than penicillin. Imagine a spring with water that mends broken bones. Imagine a drum which wraps itself around your heart. Imagine a story that puts wood in the fireplace.

At the back of the cave, Phoebe placed her hand against one of the stones where a spring release opened an elevator door. Chris gave an over exaggerated gape.) Holy Hand Grenade, Batman, it's a bat cave. (Chris)

Do you mistake me? I am speaking of living, of moving from one moment into the next, and into the one after, breathing death in the spring air.

You will taste a way of life profoundly nourishing and from your tongue may spring a song or poem or sentence or word or maybe nothing but silence. Silence only the heart can turn to song.

Spring is worth the wait. Life is worth the death.

Here Spring just grows and greens and warms, spreading life, wrapping us in her arms, until suddenly we realize that she's not a girl anymore. She's a woman. A woman named Summer.

Flowers spring to blossom where she walks The careful ways of duty; Our hard, stiff lines of life with her Are flowing curves of beauty.

even as human vitality is at its lowest ebb in the early morning, so it is with plant life in the early spring.

It was such a spring day as breathes into a man an ineffable yearning, a painful sweetness, a longing that makes him stand motionless, looking at the leaves or grass, and fling out his arms to embrace he knows not what.

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

beneath torrents of spring rain, buds come to life - and we do too, beneath torments of tears...

The Night is mother of the Day,The Winter of the Spring,And ever upon old DecayThe greenest mosses cling.

Winter hedges me about, All the scene is cold and white. Clouds are laden all with doubt, And the day hath much of night. Yet I hold secure within Thoughts of spring and summer days, And above the north-wind's din Rise the Thrush's roundelays.

Last spring, months before we had to declare our majors, Svetlana had started soliciting advice from her parents and other old people.

Spring-loaded, ceramic bolts shot home, the impact shivering through the walls of the world.

See to your Romish conspirators. You may find them more challenging to catch than anticipated." "And your royal selves?" She smiled, sunlight through the first pale leaves of spring. "We shall see to Richard Baines.

It had been a summery morning near the spring solstice, two hundred and seven years previous to meeting the Grey Wolf in a dark alley under the curve of the Tower.

Look, let's see ourselves in the distance, then we shall think, how happy they are! We're young; this is spring; this is a wood. In some sort of way or other we love each other, and our lives are before us—God pity us! Do you hear the birds?

She liked to scatter hope," Minerva said, taking his offering. "Pardon?" "Snowdrops. They represent hope. The first flowers in the spring. Hope for a new beginning." She took a sniff of the delicate blossoms and then shyly glanced over at him. "Perhaps you were meant to be here today. To find your hope.

Some people fall head over heels. Other people begin to fall without even knowing it—love grows like a spring flower beneath last autumn's leaves and catches them by surprise.