Quotes About Spring

You are spiky spring Humming Summer, wings that beat Back ghosts of winter.

Also, the city did sleep, but it slept the way a cat does, eyes half open, watchful, ready to spring at the first sign of fun, or danger.

Accordingly, in the spring of 1951, Rhône-Poulenc distributed eighteen ampules of their novel compound for clinical testing, which meant something very different in those days from what it does in ours. Doctors "tested" a new drug in one of two ways: either by taking it first themselves and recording in a notebook their own responses, or by handing it to a small sample of patients and observing the effects.

Biliyorsunuz ki zindan?ma bahar getiren mektuplar?n?z.

Looking up, she showed him quite a young face, but one whose bloom and promise were all swept away, as if the haggard winter should unnaturally kill the spring.

Spring is the time of year when it is summer in the sun and winter in the shade.

Spring is the time of the year when it is summer in the sun and winter in the shade

It was the best of times, it was the worst of times, it was the age of wisdom, it was the age of foolishness,it was the spring of hope...

Light, it was the season of Darkness, it was the spring of hope, it was the winter of despair, we had everything before us, we had nothing before us, we were all going direct to Heaven,

was the season of Light, it was the season of Darkness, it was the spring of

Hoeing in the garden on a bright, soft May day, when you are not obligated to, is nearly equal to the delight of going trouting.

Hoe while it is spring, and enjoy the best anticipations. It is not much matter if things do not turn out well.

The beginning of spring training each year has always been a moment of hope, a reassurance that the landscape of snow and gray skies and barren trees will soon pass, and the world will again be green.

You breathe in the glory of the new apple blossom and the girl heart rises up through all the world-mold that the years have gathered, and the lost thrill is back again.

To live in joys that once have been, To put the cold world out of sight, And deck life's drear and barren scene With hues of rainbow light... Ye golden hours of life's young spring, Of innocence, of love and truth! Bright beyond all imagining, Thou fairy dream of youth! I'd give all wealth that years have piled, The slow result of life's decay, To be once more a little child For one bright summer day.

January, month of empty pockets!... The tourist is ruined by his equipment before even reaching the mountain-slope; what use will they be, those deep, buttoned, leather-lined pockets? Let us endure this evil month, anxious as a theatrical producer's forehead. With a diver's courage more than one woman this month plunges into some neglected chest, into wardrobes given over to darkness and camphor. The purse may be empty but one must nevertheless keep up with the spring fashions...

It takes three springs to make one leap year.

Voluptuous bloom and fragrance rare The summer to its rose may bring; Far sweeter to the wooing air The hidden violet of spring. Still, still that lovely ghost appears, Too fair, too pure, to bid depart; No riper love of later years Can steal its beauty from the heart.

May. — The very word makes the heart leap. Birds, Buds, Blossoms, Beauty! Break away from every bondage of circumstance or low spirits and go out into the sunshine. Answer back the bird-note in your heart, kiss your finger tips to every new blossom, and be a part of the spring.

You can have all the rest of the year if you will give me April and May.

Spring breezes drift and tiny May birds chirp in morning's dawn-lit heart.

Passion, though a bad regulator, is a powerful spring.

When winter gets deep into languishing hearts, poetry promises spring.

Winter surfaces in the poet by late summer, and spring is already in his inkpot with the first snow.