Quotes About Spring

Delve in! The year's before us; Spring's promise fills the air. Descendants of Antæus, The brown earth's touch can free us, Renew us and restore us, From the hand o' carking care.

A late Easter, a long cold spring.

Spring's imminence was a comfort akin to a favourite piece of music playing quietly in the background, all of the time.

A Spring returns, and they more youthful made; But Man grows old, lies down, remains where once he's laid.

Yes," Wyndle said, "you should do just that! Let us pop over to the market and pick up a legendary, all-powerful weapon of myth and lore, worth more than many kingdoms! I hear they sell them in bushels, following spring weather in the east.

Let us go early to the vineyards to see if the vines have budded, if their blossoms have opened, and if the pomegranates are in bloom— there I will give you my love. —Song of Solomon 7:12

PRIOR TO THE spring of 1961, there had never been a hijacking in American airspace.

I houseclean my books every spring and throw out those I'm never going to read again like I throw out clothes I'm never going to wear again.

It is not all books that are as dull as their readers. There are probably words addressed to our condition exactly, which, if we could really hear and understand, would be more salutary than the morning or the spring to our lives, and possibly put a new aspect on the face of things for us. How many a man has dated a new era in his life from the reading of a book.

The delicious soft, spring-suggesting air,—how it fills my veins with life! Life becomes again credible to me. A certain dormant life awakes in me, and I begin to love nature again.

on the morning of many a first spring day...the woods were bathed in so pure and bright a light as would have waked the dead. There needs no stronger proof of immortality.

Es waren schöne Frühlingstage. Der Winter menschlichen Mißvergnügens begann wie die Erde aufzutauen, das erstarrte Leben sich auszudehnen.

In a pleasant spring morning all men's sins are forgiven.

O dia é uma síntese do ano. A noite é o inverno, a manhã e o entardecer são a primavera e o outono, e as horas ao redor do meio dia são o verão

The first sparrow of spring! The year beginning with younger hope than ever!

We should be blessed if we lived in the present always, and took advantage of every accident that befell us, like the grass which confesses the influence of the slightest dew that falls on it; and did not spend our time in atoning for the neglect of past opportunities, which we call doing our duty. We loiter in winter while it is already spring.

This is the frost coming out of the ground; this is Spring. It precedes the green and flowery spring, as mythology precedes regular poetry. I

Measure your health by your sympathy with morning and Spring. If there is no response in you to the awakening of nature, if the prospect of an early morning walk does not banish sleep, if the warble of the first bluebird does not thrill you, know that the morning and spring of your life are past. Thus you may feel your pulse.

It may be, of course, above all, that what suddenly broke into this gives the previous time a charm of stillness—that hush in which something gathers or crouches. The change was actually like the spring of a beast.

They might in short have represented any mystery they would; the point being predominantly that the key to the mystery, the key that could wind and unwind it without a snap of the spring, was there in her pocket – or rather, no doubt, clasped at this crisis in her hand and pressed, as she walked back and forth, to her breast. She

Spacious and splendid, like a stage again awaiting a drama, it was a scene she might people, by the press of her spring, either with serenities and dignities and decencies, or with terrors and shames and ruins, things as ugly as those formless fragments of her golden bowl she was trying so hard to pick up.

Such a healthy, simple, approving glance as if he were saying to himself: "Ah, spring is coming!" And God knows, when spring comes to Paris the humblest mortal alive must feel that he dwells in paradise.

Animate or inanimate, all bodies under the sun give expression to their vitality. Especially on a fine day in spring!

In her tight-fitting Persian dress, with turban to match, she looked ravishing, Spring had come and she had donned a pair of long gloves and a beautiful taupe fur slung carelessly about her full, columnar neck.