Quotes About Spring

Unknown spring – plum blossom behind the mirror.

Spring is passing by! Birds are weeping and the eyes Of fish fill with tears.

I love stillness. Slowness. When nothing is happening. The blueness of the sky. Inhaling clear air. Birdsong over traffic. Lone footsteps. Spring flowers blooming with defiance. I used to think the quiet patches felt dead. Now they feel more alive. Like leaning over and listening to the earth's heartbeat.

Is it so small a thing To have enjoyd the sun, To have lived light in the spring, To have loved, to have thought, to have done; To have advancd true friends, and beat down baffling foes?

Dreams dawn and fly: friends smile and die, Like spring flowers. Our vaunted life is one long funeral. Men dig graves, with bitter tears, For their dead hopes; and all, Mazed with doubts, and sick with fears, Count the hours.

Is it so small a thing To have enjoy'd the sun, To have lived light in the spring, To have loved, to have thought, to have done.

Is it so small a thingTo have enjoyed the sun,To have lived light in the spring,To have loved, to have thought, to have done;To have advanced true friends, and beat down baffling foes?

Humid the air! Leafless, yet soft as spring. The tender purple spray on copse and briers! And that sweet city with her dreaming spires, she needs not June for beauty's heightening. Lovely all the time she lies...

You know Mars is hot and dry, and you know as well that winter is cold and moist; then you may know as well the reason why nettle-tops, eaten in the spring, consumeth the phlegmatic superfluities in the body of man, that and coldness and moistness of winter hath left behind.

Funny weather today,' said the ferryman, bending slowly to his oars. 'In the morning you wake up to such a mist that you can't see two fathoms distance. And then about ten o'clock out comes the sun. One says to oneself "Here's spring on the way". And no sooner said than hailstorms set in for the afternoon. And now the wind's getting up, and there's going to be quite a blow, that's certain. Funny weather.

Merely by living, man becomes degraded and loses in purity what he gains in power. However clear a spring may be, when it becomes a river it cannot help being polluted by mud and slime.

Wisdom is the lamp of love, and love is the oil of the lamp. Love, sinking deeper, grows wiser; and wisdom that springs up aloft comes ever the nearer to love. Love is the food of wisdom; wisdom the food of love; a circle of light within which those who love, clasp the hands of those who are wise.

Oblaci i kiša, daljine izgubljene u sivilu, hladno?a i vlaga na ulicama, smradna studen u hotelu, živo osje?anje nezadovoljstva u meni. Sve pobjede trebalo bi odga?ati za prolje?e.

A po?etka više nema, niti je važan, niti znamo kad bude, poslije ga odre?ujemo, kad smo u virovima, kad sve samo nastavlja, i onda mislimo da je sve moglo biti nekako druga?ije, a nije, i name?emo se prolje?u, da ne mislimo na nepostoje?i po?etak, ni na ružno nastavljanje. Uzalud hodam sokacima, trošim vrijeme što se ne da potrošiti.

Winter is dead; spring is crazy; summer is cheerful and autumn is wise!

A good quote is a beautiful inspirational spring branch in the reader's mind; it is a powerful propulsive force too, just like a wind! All men need winds!

Flowers are the beautiful hairs of the Mother Spring! Don't pluck them!

Revolution is an awakening, so is the spring! Spring is an awakening, so is the revolution!

Spring is the ultimate genius of the existence and the utter ladder of the lovers ascending to the infinity.

soon as the female comes out of the cocoon in April or June, she searches for a tree with leaves

EARLY ONE DARK April morning a few years ago I was sitting in my living room in central Copenhagen, wrapped in a blanket and yearning for spring, when I opened that day's newspaper to discover that my adopted countrymen had been anointed the happiest of their species in something called the Satisfaction with Life Index, compiled by the Department of Psychology at the University of Leicester. I checked the date on the newspaper: it wasn't 1 April.

Mangos are my favorite fruit treat during spring and summer, but you have to know where to look to get good ones. Check out Hispanic markets and Indian grocery stores. The difference between a mango from Walmart and one from an Indian spice store is like the difference between a hard, pale, tasteless, pink tomato and a ripe, flavorful, farm-stand heirloom. You should be able to smell the mango at arm's length.

Happiness is just a little thing; Humans mostly are too large for it. If you cannot feel the joy of spring Shrink yourself and maybe then you'll fit.

ventually Kathryn joined me by the lake with a blanket and picnic basket and entreated me to come away with her into the woods. Through her words and desire I could feel the pull of the divine and hear in her words the echo of the Song of Songs: "Arise, my love, my beautiful one, and come away with me. The winter is past; the spring has come. Flowers appear on the earth; the season of singing has come. Arise, come, my love, my beautiful one, come with me.