Quotes About Spring

In days of yore, Opening Day of the baseball season was special, signifying that spring had come at last. Today, however, Opening Day sort of dribbles into existence, and the spiritual start of spring now belongs to the Masters golf tournament, where the azaleas and magnolias and dogwood bloom.

I plan to concentrate on helping set up a Pan-European political movement, inspired by the Athens Spring, that will work toward Europe's democratization.

When spring comes to Paris the humblest mortal alive must feel that he dwells in paradise.

A young ballplayer looks on his first spring training trip as a stage struck young woman regards the theater.

April in Paris, chestnuts in blossom, holiday tables under the trees.

Break open the cherry tree: where are the blossoms? Just wait for spring time to see how they bloom.

Break open A cherry tree And there are no flowers; But the spring breeze Brings forth myriad blossoms.

Only in dreams of spring Shall I ever see again The flowering of my cherry trees.

Cling, swing, Spring, sing, Swing up into the apple tree.

The tree is stripped, All color, fragrance gone, Yet already on the bough, Uncaring spring!

The living self has one purpose only: to come into its own fullness of being, as a tree comes into full blossom, or a bird into spring beauty, or a tiger into lustre.

A comely sight indeed it is to see, a world of blossoms on an apple tree.

Spring hangs her infant blossoms on the trees, Rock'd in the cradle of the western breeze.

Maple-trees are the cows of trees (spring-milked).

"One impulse from a vernal wood

It cuts one sadly to see the grief of old people; they've no way o' working it off; and the new spring brings no new shoots out on the withered tree.

The trees are coming into leaf Like something almost being said.

In snowbound, voiceless, mountain depths, to herald spring, pine trees sound in tune.

I give you this toast: To the Hobbits. May they outlast the Sarumans and see spring again in the trees.

What is a tiny insignificant seed that, when Spring arrives, It should not be annihilated for a tree to arrive.

Spring rain conveyed under the trees in drops.

Spring's an expansive time: yet I don't trust March with its peck of dust, Nor April with its rainbow-crowned brief showers, Nor even May, whose flowers One frost may wither thro' the sunless hours.

Rain came down in sheets. It had been a miserable spring. Already he despaired of ever again walking under an unclouded sky.

Fiddle-dee-dee. War, war, war. This war talk's spoiling all the fun at every party this spring. I get so bored I could scream.