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.

What an amazing thing is the coming of spring to London. The very pavements seem ready to crack and lift under the denied earth; in the air is a consciousness of life which tells you...

I think trees should bloom earlier in the spring. They act like they are on a schedule. It’s not like they have anywhere to go.

Spring time is a season of great hope and strength.

My breathe would catch at the sight of violets-so common in the woods at home, so surprising in the mountains. The violet’s message was “Keep up your courage, stay true to what you believe in.”...

When the winter comes, be very happy; because the spring comes only if the winter comes!

Spring and fall in New York are the best seasons here to get out and about. I like the little park in Dumbo between the Manhattan and Brooklyn bridge. I like Prospect Park.

When icicles hang by the wall, And Dick the shepherd blows his nail,And Tom bears logs into the hall, And milk comes frozen home in pail, When blood is nipp’d, and ways be foul,Then nightly...

The very sight of a daffodil still makes me shiver, because spring in the north of England is always so bitter.

The true harbinger of spring is not crocuses or swallows returning to Capistrano, but the sound of the bat on the ball.

77 degrees in the fall feels cold, and 77 degrees in the spring feels hot. That’s why I’m selling year-round-nudity for half-price.

The spring came suddenly; the rains stopped, the days grew noticeably longer, and the afternoon light felt powdery, as if it might blow away.

But only a person in the depths of despair neglected to look beyond winter to the spring that inevitably followed, bringing back color and life and hope.

And, I think, this greening does thaw at the edges, at least, of my own cold season. Joy sneaks in: listening to music, riding my bicycle, I catch myself feeling, in a way that’s as...

Here I find the true nature of the tree – not in the bulk of its shape but in the way its form alters my vision of the world.

They urged me to take up winter quarters at the forks of the Platt, stating that if I attempted to advance further until spring, I would endanger the lives of my whole party.

The snow has not yet left the earth, but spring is already asking to enter your heart. If you have ever recovered from a serious illness, you will be familiar with the blessed state when...

sweet spring is yourtime is my time is ourtime for springtime is lovetimeand viva sweet love(all the merry little birds areflying in the floating in thevery spirits singing inare winging in the blossoming)lovers go and...

Summer is only the unfulfilled promise of spring, a charlatan in place of the warm balmy nights I dream of in April. It’s a sad season of life without growth…It has no day.

I’m hoping to do more with my music. I did the stage musical ‘Spring Awakening’ recently and it reignited the love I have for singing.

The Arab Spring has heightened the ideological tension between Ankara and Tehran, and Turkey’s model seems to be winning.

Ephemerals: That’s what Hub called them; flowers that bloomed and died in a matter of weeks, before the trees leafed out and shaded them. She liked the way the word sounded in her head. I...

If people did not love one another, I really don’t see what use there would be in having any spring.