Quotes About Spring

You do know what happens at Easter!" Ceolnoth demanded sternly. "Of course I know," I said, "we make babies." "That is the most ridiculous..." Ceolberht began to protest, then went silent when his brother glared at him. "It's my favourite feast," I continued happily. "Easter is baby-making day!

She went down to the spring, filled her jug, and came up. Genesis 24:16

Sitting, years later, watching the last of the ice finally melting on our lake one morning in early April and hearing my husband and children walking through the woods behind me. They were laughing and talking, and I touched for a moment the deepest joy, the kind of joy that was, and still is, entirely enough to fill up my heart for this lifetime.

Ann, seeking her true self, her autonomy and voice, her place in the world; and me, looking for the sap of spring, the ability to conjure a new dream of myself and bring it forth. Ann

The key to spring cleaning is to be ruthless! Throw out anything and everything you never use. (Or that may be incriminating. Burn, if necessary, but remember—if using gasoline, those fires should be contained in a non-flammable container.)

Gratitude is a harbinger of healing, the first robin of spring.

Sólo que Judas, Platero, es el diputado, o la maestra, o el forense, o el recaudador, o el alcalde, o la comadrona; y cada hombre descarga su escopeta cobarde, hecho niño esta mañana de Sábado Santo, contra el que tiene su odio, en una superposición de vagos y absurdos simulacros primaverales.

You are reborn with the roses, in every spring.

It was not until the spring of 1859 [two years later] that the children [the survivors of the murdered emigrant train] were officially turned over to the government officials, and bills for their care were made… The policy of letting the government pay seems to have been general…

She went about that afternoon looking under sheep like a pervert, happy with all the dark, purple-pink tissue at their hindquarters. New lambs in the spring.

What surprised her the most about her quiet winter and spring was how often she thought of her mother. It was like discovering a new vein of grief. Maybe it was because mourning a marriage was like mourning a parent—you miss the person you wished you had, as well as the one you did.

She brought fresh flowers in from the tumbling-down hill where her landlady threw handfuls of wildflower seeds each spring.

And if you ask how I regret that parting: It is like the flowers falling at Spring's end Confused, whirled in a tangle. What is the use of talking, and there is no end of talking, There is no end of things in the heart. I

And if you ask how I regret that parting? It is like the flowers falling at spring's end, confused, whirled in a tangle. What is the use of talking! And there is no end of talking— There is no end of things in the heart.

The shadow of the tent's peak treads on its corner peg marking the hour. The moon split, no cloud nearer than Lucca. In the spring and autumn In "The Spring and Autumn" there are no righteous wars

L'Islam, durant le printemps de son expansion, ne fait que rendre vie à l'antique civilisation orientale (...). Il s'agit là d'une civilisation solide e édifiée sur des régions fort riches, auprès desquelles l'Arabie fait très pauvre figure.

crecimos juntos, nos corrompimos juntos, la vida nos echó a perder. La llamaban «la ciudad de la eterna primavera», y a mí «el niño Jesús»: el niño Jesús resultó un demonio, y su Medellín –con tanta fábrica, con tanto carro, con tanto ladrón respirando– un infierno en verano.

Ich war dermaßen glücklich, dass ich mich aus Versehen in einer Mauer spiegelte, die in der schönen Jahreszeit glänzte, mein Auge lachte im Frühlingslicht, und das Licht spiegelte sich in den lachenden Pupillen eines Passanten.

What is stronger than a mother's love? The smell of spring onions on your girl's breath.

Love seemed sure around the New Year,Now it's April, love is just a ghost.Spring arrived on time,Only what became of you, Dear?Spring can really hang you up the most!

Dream Song: As my eyes Search the prairie, I feel the summer in the spring. Whenever I pause The noise Of the village.

simple robes Rich tints of beauty rare. Soon a host of lovely flowers From vales and woodland burst; But in all that fair procession The crocuses were first. First to weave for Earth a chaplet To crown her dear old head; And to beautify the pathway Where winter still did tread. And their loved and white haired mother Smiled sweetly 'neath the touch, When she knew her faithful children Were loving her

Is the spring coming?" he said. "What is it like?"... "It is the sun shining on the rain and the rain falling on the sunshine...

Winter is cruel to bear; I fear snow and chills. Let spring, thrice-desired to me, be here all year round, when neither frost nor sun oppresses us. In spring everything burgeons, everything pleasant blossoms in spring, and night and day are equal for humans.