Quotes About Spring

Victory will belong only to those who have faith in the people, those who are immersed in the life-giving spring of popular creativity.

The entire spring and summer line from Marc Jacobs was stolen on the way to the fashion show in Paris. The thief is considered armed and fabulous.

You know what I'm doing for Easter? I'm gonna be hanging with my Peeps.

Every man and every living creature has a sacred right to the gladness of springtime.

They knelt on the carpet of grass, damp with dew. Sofia glanced around, taking solace in her garden. Realizing she might never see it again, she closed her eyes and inhaled the delicate aromas of her luscious red roses, the creamy white honeysuckle, and her favorite, mounds of lilac bushes that blazed purple every spring.

Anne could not immediately fall into a quotation again. The sweet scenes of autumn were for a while put by - unless some tender sonnet, fraught with the apt analogy of the declining year, with declining happiness, and the images of youth and hope, and spring, all gone together, blessed her memory.

We're taking Forest to the police station, and then I'm taking the minions home with me. I'll stash them in my apartment until someone springs Forest. They haven't put the carpet down yet, and Briggs is there to babysit.

The Santa Anas blew in hot from the desert, shriveling the last of the spring grass into whiskers of pale straw. Only the oleanders thrived, their delicate poisonous blooms, their dagger green leaves. We could not sleep in the hot dry nights, my mother and I.

The Santa Anas blew in hot from the desert, shriveling the last of the spring grass into whiskers of pale straw.

I stood too. I didn't want to return to the village. I disliked even more the thought of returning to the small cabin. I was so thankful that it would soon be spring again and I could enjoy more and more of the outdoors.

All Nature seems at work. Slugs leave their lair The bees are stirring, birds are on the wing, And Winter slumbering in the open air, Wears on his smiling face a dream of spring.

This is my best time of the year (spring training). Heck, once the season starts, I go to work.

Baseball needs to put the steroids era behind it by having and enforcing tough rules against all kinds of artificial advantages, so that spring can return.

I used to build lofts in SoHo back when there was nothing there. I had a stoop on West Broadway between Prince and Spring. My partner and I would sit there, eat dinner, and watch the world go by.

The spring of 1942 was given over to a very impassioned, strategic debate about where we should first attack in counterpunching against the Germans and Italians. The British argued very persuasively on the part of Winston Churchill, prime minister, that this was a very green American Army, green soldiers, green commanders.

That's what the prom is—St. Patrick's Day for the young.

He did not hate the Winter now, for he knew that it was merely the Spring asleep, and that the flowers were resting.

In the spring, Jeeves, a livelier iris gleams upon the burnished dove. So I have been informed, sir. Right ho! Then bring me my whangee, my yellowest shoes, and the old green Homburg. I'm going into the Park to do pastoral dances.

Hear him now as he toils. He has a long garden-implement in his hand, and he is sending up the death-rate in slug circles with a devastating rapidity.             Ta-ra-ra boom-de-ay              Ta-ra-ra BOOM— And the boom is a death-knell. As it rings softly out on the pleasant spring air, another stout slug has made the Great Change.

But the southwest wind of Spring brings also remorse. We catch the vague spirit of unrest in the air and we regret our misspent youth.

In the spring, Jeeves, a livelier iris gleams upon the burnished dove.' 'So

It is in the spring that the ache for the larger life comes on us, and this was a particularly mellow spring morning.

I will bring you flowers from the mountains, bluebells, dark hazels, and rustic baskets of kisses. I want to do with you what spring does with the cherry trees.

Cannot a kiss of spring also kill you? Do you believe that ahead of you grief carries the flag of your destiny?