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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.

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A breeze blew softly, slightly rippling the water as it carried the heady scents of late Carolina springtime through the air. Honeysuckle. Jasmine. Ripe, pungent river mud. Ah, the world felt right.

Spring has a secret to tell us: life is for beauty and life is for joy.

Love will find you eventually. It found me, and I was hiding like fall in the spring.

With so many trees in the city, you could see the spring coming each day until a night of warm wind would bring it suddenly in one morning. Sometimes the heavy cold rains would beat...

Sopping, and with no sign of stopping, either- then a breather. Warm again, storm again- what is the norm, again? It’s fine, it’s not, it’s suddenly hot: Boom, crash, lightning flash!

They say sweethearts and squabbles are like flowers and rain. Takes both to make it springtime.

After that hard winter, one could not get enough of the nimble air. Every morning I wakened with a fresh consciousness that winter was over. There were none of the signs of spring for which...

I enjoy the spring more than the autumn now. One does, I think, as one gets older.

Oh, sweet cherry tree-how lovely your blossoms are.Spring brings joy to life.

Spring drew on…and a greenness grew over those brown beds, which, freshening daily, suggested the thought that Hope traversed them at night, and left each morning brighter traces of her steps.

The deep roots never doubt spring will come.

I can still bring into my body the joy I felt at seeing the first trillium of spring, which seemed to be telling me, “Never give up hope, spring will come.

The most beautiful springs are those that come after the most horrible winters!

The four walls of paper are like a prison because every idea wants to spring out in all directions – everything is connected with everything else, sometimes more than others.

April hath put a spirit of youth in everything. (Sonnet XCVIII)

Without habit, the beauty of the world would overwhelm us. We’d pass out every time we saw— actually saw— a flower. Imagine if we only got to see a cumulonimbus cloud or Cassiopeia or a...

Evil events from evil causes spring.

Is the spring coming?” he said. “What is it like?”…”It is the sun shining on the rain and the rain falling on the sunshine…

It was no half-hearted spring, this: the whole island vibrated with it as though a great, ringing chord had been struck. Everyone and everything heard it and responded.

It was the United States of America in the cold late spring of 1967, and the market was steady and the G.N.P. high and a great many articulate people seemed to have a sense of...

I was on the mathematics faculty at M.I.T. from 1951 through until I resigned in the spring of 1959.

The first real day of spring is like the first time a boy holds your hand. A flood of skin-tingling warmth consumes you, and everything shines with a fresh, colorful glow, making you forget that...

Winter was nothing but a season of snow; spring, allergies; and summer…It was the worst. That was swimsuit season.

She’s got some spring to her.

I left Montana in Spring of 1866, for Utah, arriving at Salt Lake city during the summer.

Always it’s Spring)and everyone’s in love and flowers pick themselves.

Every little or big problem has a reason,Every year there is a winter season,Every trouble goes away with time,After winter spring comes with rhyme.

When spring came, even the false spring, there were no problems except where to be happiest. The only thing that could spoil a day was people and if you could keep from making engagements, each...

Spring had been the season for dying in the old days. Invalids who had struggled through the dark comfort of winter took fright as the night receded.

There were days so clear and skies so brilliant blue, with white clouds scudding across them like ships under full sail, and she felt she could lift right off the ground. One moment she was...

Pavasaris pats yra kaip neskaityta knyga. Kiekviena diena – tai naujas puslapis, kuriame parašyta tiek įdomaus, tiek neregėto, tiek negirdėto, ir negali net trumpam užmerkti akių, nes liksi ko nors nepamatęs: paukščio, žiedo, sprogstančio lapo,...

All the while she wondered if any strange good thing might come of her being in her ancestral land; and some spirit within her rose automatically as the sap in the twigs. It was unexpected...

Spring is a time to make up a big bouquet of flowers for someone you love, or are trying to love, or are in love with.