Quotes About Spring

And of course the Passenger finds this highly amusing: that moments ago I was sniffing the bright buds of spring and forswearing the way of all flesh, and now I am once again up on point and eager to slay—but this is different.

But what humans forget, cells remember. The body, that elephant …) Spring

It was a glorious morning, late spring or early summer, as you care to take it, when the dainty sheen of grass and leaf is blushing to a deeper green; and the year seems like a fair young maid, trembling with strange, wakening pulses on the brink of womanhood.

When's the next star party? Spring Spring. Long time to wait. The sky's not going anywhere.

Newborn leaf clusters on the surrounding trees had a look of pale green popcorn. Tufts of onion grass sprouted across the soccer field, releasing their sweet scent.

And Palmer, he couldn't decide, or rather, he didn't want to decide. He simply wanted to enjoy: the bright spring day, the company of his friends. There was nothing he wanted to do—he simply wanted to be. But this was not something he could explain to himself, much less to the guys.

Whenever it was spring break, someone would always have a guitar down at the beach, and they'd play a random song, and I'd sing. Eventually, hearing compliments from people saying I sounded pretty good stuck with me.

That world opened up to me on my first visit to Atlanta during "Freaknik," a sort of spring break without the beach for black college kids. I wasn't in college, but I went anyway. While all the kids were getting numbed out, drinking and partying, I was waking up to possibility. For the first time in my life, I saw there were black people doing great things with their lives. There were black doctors, lawyers, business owners, and well-off families

It is a very beautiful day. The woman looks around and thinks: 'there cannot ever have been a spring more beautiful than this. I did not know until now that clouds could be like this. I did not know that the sky is the sea and that clouds are the souls of happy ships, sunk long ago. I did not know that the wind could be tender, like hands as they caress - what did I know - until now?

She also told me it wore down her spirit to live in the desert landscape that was parched by midsummer, to plant a garden each spring and struggle to keep it alive past July.

Washington, D.C. is so confusing in the spring. The days grow increasingly hot and humid, but the nights hold on to winter for as long as possible. On some days the grass is still frosted over in the mornings, stiff and crunchy, even if it wilts before the first class starts. If you are not careful you get caught in the weather's nostalgia and at night, a windbreaker or a sweater isn't enough.

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Daffodils, That come before the swallow dares, and take The winds of March with beauty.

I trust in nature for the stable laws of beauty and utility. Spring shall plant and autumn garner to the end of time.

Blessed be the Lord for the beauty of summer and spring, for the air, the water, the verdure, and the song of birds.

Beauty will not come at the call of the legislature.... It will come, as always, unannounced, and spring up between the feet of brave and earnest men.

May Day is about affirmation, the love of life, and the start of spring, so it has to be about the beginning of the end of the capitalist system of exploitation, oppression, misery, toil, and moil.

The people of Provence greeted spring with uncharacteristic briskness, as if nature had given everyone an injection of sap.

That spring when I had a great deal of potential and no money at all, I took a job as a janitor.

As the spring rains fall, soaking in them, on the roof, is a child's rag ball.

We can control the future, my boy, just as we wind up the mechanism in a clock. Say to yourself: I will win that race--I will come first--and you wind up the future like clockwork. The world has no choice but to obey! Can the hands of that old clock in the corner decide to stop? Can the spring in your watch decide to wind itself up and run backward? No! They have no choice. And nor has the future, once you have wound it up.

I was the disastrous première of Stravinsky's Rite of Spring. And Ravel's Bolero too.

You and I didn't make it close enough to Spring for you to learn this about me, but I've never liked to pick flowers. Blossoming is a sexual activity, and anything engaged in sex, ought, it seems to me, to be left alone.

En una primera cita buena, todo es primavera. Y cuando una de esas citas se convierte en una relación, la primavera continúa. Incluso cuando todo ya se ha acabado, puede seguir siendo primavera.