Here march the eaters of earth, the swallowers of rain.

Spring work is going on with joyful enthusiasm.

His very limbs feel different, as if they know that sometime soon there might be a little softness, a little love to spend like money, and the body’s whole business won’t be to keep itself...

Feel happy and joyful like a fresh blooming spring flower.

The time of dangling insects arrived. White houses with caterpillars dangling from the eaves. White stones in driveways. You can walk at night down the middle of the street and hear women talking on the...

Every intoxicating delight of early spring was in the air. The breeze that fanned her cheek was laden with subtle perfume and the crisp, fresh odor of unfolding leaves.

When spring knocks at your door, regardless of the time of year or season of our lives, run, do not walk to that door, throw it open with wild abandon, and say, “Yes! Yes, come...

There are no secrets, there is no mystery. We make that all up. In fact, it’s all right there in front of us. You have to have enough food to get through winter and spring....

The hour of spring was dark at last,sensuous memories of sunlight past,I stood alone in garden bowersand asked the value of my hours.Time was spent or time was tossed,Life was loved and life was lost.I...

Springtime in Massachusetts is depressing for those who embrace a progressive view of history and experience. It does not gradually develop as spring is supposed to. Instead, the crocuses bloom and the grass grows, but...

I am going to try to pay attention to the spring. I am going to look around at all the flowers, and look up at the hectic trees. I am going to close my eyes...

And you say Paris is gay, but it has its down times. You say go in the spring and not the summer, because watching the autumn creep through the Rive Gauche preparing for winter is...

After the sorts of winters we have had to endure recently, the spring does seem miraculous, because it has become gradually harder and harder to believe that it is actually going to happen. Every February...

When the groundhog casts his shadowAnd the small birds singAnd the pussywillows happenAnd the sun shines warmAnd when the peepers peepThen it is Spring

The alchemist was dazed and dumbfounded, as the true meaning of the magic was revealed: *The dead will rise from glade to glen and ancient will be young again*. The dead had, after all, risen....

Winter is the reason for the spring; he who loves the spring must also love its reason!

No, Queer Eye has a book coming out before mine, in the Spring of 2004, in which each of us has a section and we do a brief overview of our subject area.

Nostalgia in reverse, the longing for yet another strange land, grew especially strong in spring.

Spring Break is very strange. I grew up in France, so I don’t know Spring Break. That doesn’t exist in Europe.

Der spring is sprungDer grass is rizI wonder where dem boidies is?

When you paint Spring, do not paint willows, plums, peaches, or apricots, but just paint Spring. To paint willows, plums, peaches, or apricots is to paint willows, plums, peaches, or apricots – it is not...

May, more than any other month of the year, wants us to feel most alive.

The windshield wipers are pushed up so they won’t freeze to the glass and a robin just landed on the tip of one, staring beady-eyed at what we both hope is the great giving-up. The...

By March, the worst of the winter would be over. The snow would thaw, the rivers begin to run and the world would wake into itself again.Not that year.Winter hung in there, like an invalid...

It’s absolutely critical, you know, to train young men and women not just to find sites, but also to protect sites, especially in the wake of the Arab Spring. There’s been significant site-looting in Egypt...

Would you like some warm Spring pie?Then, take a cup of clear blue sky.Stir in buzzes from a bee,Add the laughter of a tree.A dash of sunlight should sufficeTo give the dew a hint of...

The blossoms seem unusually lovely this year. There were none of the scarlet-and-white-striped curtains that are set up among the blossoming trees so invariably that one has to come to think of them as the...

She’s a manner of speaking.Even the flowers don’t come back, or the green leaves.There are new flowers, new green leaves.There are other beautiful days.Nothing comes back, nothing repeats itself, because everything is real.

The first day of spring was once the time for taking the young virgins into the fields, there in dalliance to set an example in fertility for nature to follow. Now we just set the...

It’s spring now, and I was just thinking that I haven’t been in love since the fall. The fall of the Roman Empire.

Spring came late. For the children, shut in the dark, cold parsonage, adjusting to Aunt and getting over the death that brought her, the winter had seemed endless. But now the rough moor was flecked...

It’s not the deprivations of winter that get you, or the damp of spring, but the no-man’s land between.

It was such a spring day as breathes into a man an ineffable yearning, a painful sweetness, a longing that makes him stand motionless, looking at the leaves or grass, and fling out his arms...

Aprils have never meant much to me, autumns seem that season of beginning, spring.

kevään sanansaattaja satakielikaipaus sen äänessä

I am going to notice the lights of the earth, the sun and the moon and the stars, the lights of our candles as we march, the lights with which spring teases us, the light...

We’re looking at the coming of spring like we look at the coming of babies we never considered aborting; Hopeful.

The sun just touched the morning;The morning, happy thing,Supposed that he had come to dwell,And life would be all spring.

Spring time is a time for revival of every living thing.

It’s spring fever. That is what the name of it is. And when you’ve got it, you want—oh, you don’t quite know what it is you do want, but it just fairly makes your heart...

Do not wish an everlasting spring! Without tasting the winter, you cannot get pleasure out of the spring!

A poor old Widow in her weedsSowed her garden with wild-flower seeds;Not too shallow, and not too deep,And down came April — drip — drip — drip.Up shone May, like gold, and soonGreen as an...

It had been in a Paris house, with many people around, and my dear friend Jules Darboux, wishing to do me a refined aesthetic favor, had touched my sleeve and said, “I want you to...

We stepped a little quicker, laughed a little louder and chatted over the fences a little longer. We gathered bouquets of wildflowers, dined on fresh strawberries and began to ride our bikes up and down...

To love all ages yield surrender;But to the young it’s raptures bringA blessing bountiful and tender-As storms refresh the fields of spring.

I want to sprint into her open arms, but I run as fast as two shoes tied together and thrown over a telephone wire. I’m like Roger Bannister, now that he’s in a wheelchair.

Because the birdsong might be pretty,But it’s not for you they sing,And if you think my winter is too cold,You don’t deserve my spring.

I started out in pre-law. I was going to go to law school. And I saw a production of ‘Tally’s Folly’ that spring term. I took a theater class that term and auditioned for ‘Harvey’...

Easter is…Joining in a birdsong,Eying an early sunrise,Smelling yellow daffodils,Unbolting windows and doors,Skipping through meadows,Cuddling newborns,Hoping, believing,Reviving spent life,Inhaling fresh air,Sprinkling seeds along furrows,Tracking in the mud.Easter is the soul’s first taste of spring.

Green is the soul of Spring. Summer may be dappled with yellow, Autumn with orange and Winter with white but Spring is drenched with the colour green.