Spring Quotes
The eyes were of a color which he could never decide on, afterwards when he told the story he used to say they were the color of everything in Spring.
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.
How mighty you are as death comes upon you and your color fades. Yet from life and lush to bold array, screaming into the night.
That spring was the start of everything, for me. Before then, I might have been half-asleep, drifting through life.
There was a hint of spring in her sole green eyes, something summery in her complexion, and a rich autumn ripeness in her walk.
The first bout of warm spring rain caused normally respectable women to pull off their stockings and run through muddy puddles alongside their children.
The weather wouldn't settle down. It would rain cats and dogs, then stop, then drip awhile, then stop while it made up its mind what to do next.
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!
Winter teetered on the verge of succumbing to the returning sun, but today the breeze still preferred the touch of snowflakes
It is so small a thing to have enjoyed the sun, to have lived light in the spring, to have loved, to have thought, to have done.
But there were certain early days in Casterbridge- days of firmamental exhaustion which followed angry south-westerly tempests-when, if the sun shone, the air was like velvet.
Like daffodils in the early days of spring, my neurons were resprouting receptors as the winter of the illness ebbed.
The cake had been done by a lady friend of Mary's. It was simpler than it would have been had she been given more time
She turned to the sunlight And shook her yellow head, And whispered to her neighbor: "Winter is dead.
Love is like a season, it ebbs and it flows, sometimes we're like Summer, Fall and Winter, but it's Spring that I long to know.
Officially it was almost spring but someone had forgotten to pass the news on to winter.
And just like a midsummer nights breeze, she ran away, into the moonlight, a fox, proud and strong. The lone wolf walked away, saddened she was gone.
...I hear the sounds of melting snow outside my window every night and with the first faint scent of spring, I remember life exists...
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.
I watch the trees all dressed up in the Spring, While posing as they stand in line, Placing their best foot forward, showing off their leaves and fighting for attention, One tree at a time
Say what you wish about media in the Arab world, but say it knowing that no media channel in the world is absolutely free.
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.
A tree can be tempted out of its winter dormancy by a few hours of southerly sun—the readiness to believe in spring is stronger than sleep or sanity.
Came the Spring with all its splendor All its birds and all its blossoms All its flowers and leaves and grasses.
In the Spring a livelier iris changes on the burnish'd dove In the Spring a young man's fancy lightly turns to thoughts of love.
Expect to have hope rekindled. Expect your prayers to be answered in wondrous ways. The dry seasons in life do not last. The spring rains will come again.
For many, graduation marks the end of formal student life - the end of long spring breaks and of thinking that a 10 A.M. class is far too early.
The little windflower, whose just opened eye is blue as the spring heaven it gazes at.
Spring beckons! All things to the call respond the trees are leaving and cashiers abscond.
In spring they lie flat at the first warmth, they ruin my summer and in autumn they smell of women.
In the spring of 1984, I went to the northwest of France, to Normandy, to prepare an NBC documentary on the 40th anniversary of D-Day.
Each year in early spring, during the season of Lent, which begins on Ash Wednesday and concludes on Easter, a plenitude of books, magazine articles, and television shows about Jesus appear.
Actions, such as the designation of National Childhood Obesity Awareness Month, spring from First Lady Michelle Obama's leadership of efforts to end childhood obesity within this generation.
The challenge for a nonfiction writer is to achieve a poetic precision using the documents of truth but somehow to make people and places spring to life as if the reader was in their presence.
In the spring of 1936, I was introduced by friends to Jean Tatlock. In the autumn, I began to court her. We were at least twice close enough to marriage to think of ourselves as engaged.
My mom named me Pom because she said it sounded like a combination of Korean words that mean 'spring' and 'tiger.' So, it's very unique!
There's a reason why anger, fear, and hatred are paths to the dark side: they all spring from a single source - the same source as a certain flavor of love. A dangerously sweet, addictive flavor.