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.

postremo pereunt imbres, ubi eos pater aether in gremium matris terrai praecipitavit;at nitidae surgunt fruges ramique virescuntarboribus, crescunt ipsae fetuque gravantur.hinc alitur porro nostrum genus atque ferarum,hinc laetas urbes pueris florere videmus frondiferasque novis avibus...

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.