Quotes About Spring

The sun has come out... and the air is vivid with spring light.

Spring came in a great and colorful rush.

All the emotion in the room made the air feel supersaturated, but at the same time it felt as if they were doing some spring cleaning of the soul.

The nurse expelled air. "Who knows? The X-ray technicians went on strike. We're run off our feet." She hurried off to answer a doctor's call from the corridor. Great. The season of grèves. Spring must be coming.

Green trees against the sky in the spring rain while the sky set off the spring trees in the obscuration. Red flowers dot the land in the breeze's chase while the land colored up in red after the kiss.

Hace un día espléndido, rebosante de la promesa de primavera: un cielo despejado, unas nubes vaporosas, el perfume de las primeras flores que transporta la brisa. Es injusto que haga un día tan magnifico. Que la primavera esté a las puertas. Una parre de mí había pensado que este año sería siempre invierno.

Hace un día espléndido, rebosante de la promesa de primavera: un cielo despejado, unas nubes vaporosas, el perfume de las primeras flores que transporta la brisa. Es injusto que haga un día tan magnifico. Que la primavera esté a las puertas. Una parte de mí había pensado que este año sería siempre invierno.

Spring makes its own statement, so loud and clear that the gardener seems to be only one of the instruments, not the composer.

For May wol have no slogardie anyght.The sesoun priketh every gentil herte,And maketh hym out of his slep to sterte.

Whan that Aprille with his shoures sooteThe droghte of March hath perced to the roote.

Whan that the month of MayIs comen, and that I here the foules synge,And that the floures gynnen for to sprynge,Farewel my bok, and my devocioun!

May, with alle thy floures and thy grene,Welcome be thou, faire, fresshe May.

He was as fressh as is the month of May.

I drank the silence of God from a spring in the woods.

Returning home The shepherds found the sweet body Decayed in the thorn-bush. I am a shadow far from sombre villages. God's silence I drank from the spring in the grove. Cold metal enters upon my brow, Spiders seek out my heart. There is a light that goes out in my mouth. At night I found myself on a heath, Stiff with refuse and dust of stars. In the hazel-bush Crystalline angels sounded again.

The first glance at History convinces us that the actions of men proceed from their needs, their passions, their characters and talents and impresses us with the belief that such needs, passions and interests are the sole spring of actions.

But no, she must be there, I felt, so charged with her presence was the image of that city which now rose up before me; and already in my mind I was walking with Anna along the Champs-Élysées, while the warm breeze of an eternal Parisian spring blew into our faces like drifting flowers the promises of a coming felicity.

He had come into the autumn of his life: a man had his seasons, even as had the earth. Was the harvesting of autumn less important than the seeding of spring? Each without the other was meaningless.

Al crecer Rolf Carlé resultó observador, orgulloso y tenaz, con cierta inclinación romántica que lo abochornaba como un signo de debilidad.En esa época de exaltación guerrera, él jugaba con sus compañeros a las trincheras y a los aviones derribados, pero en secreto se conmovía con los brotes de cada primavera, las flores en el verano, el oro del otoño y la triste blancura del invierno.

On the day of the election everything went according to plan, in perfect order. The armed forces were there to uphold the democratic process, and all was peaceful on a spring day more sprightly and sunny than usual.

We are reformers in spring and summer; in autumn and winter we stand by the old; reformers in the morning, conservers at night. Reform is affirmative, conservatism negative; conservatism goes for comfort, reform for truth.

For, lo, the winter is past, the rain is over and gone; the flowers appear on the earth.

When lilacs last in the dooryard bloom'd, And the great star early droop'd in the western sky the night, I mourn'd - and yet shall mourn with ever-returning spring.

Is it so small a thing to have enjoyed the sun, to have lived light in the spring, to have loved, to have thought, to have done?