Spring Quotes

Spring time is a time for new adventure.

Spring work is going on with joyful enthusiasm.

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

What a strange thing!
to be alive
beneath cherry blossoms.

Spring passes and one remembers one's innocence.
Summer passes and one remembers one's exuberance.
Autumn passes and one remembers one's reverence.
Winter passes and one remembers one's perseverance.

If we had no winter, the spring would not be so pleasant: if we did not sometimes taste of adversity, prosperity would not be so welcome."

[Meditations Divine and Moral]

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

People were always the limiters of happiness except for the very few that were as good as spring itself.

Here, also, the future was cried aloud by the wind through the rocks, so that all those who heard would shiver, and then the liquid spring song of the thrush would make all the beauty of moonlight and sunlight blend together, making it true, so true, that happiness must come again

Let it rain on some days,
Let yourself shiver on some cold nights,
So when it's Spring you'll know why it was all worth going through.

You can cut all the flowers but you cannot keep Spring from coming.

If winter comes, can spring be far behind?

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

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.

Dead my old fine hopes
And dry my dreaming but still...
Iris, blue each spring

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.

So the nymphs they spoke,
we kissed and laid.
By noontime’s hour
our love was made.

Like braided chains of crocus stems,
we lay entwined, I laid with them.
Our breath, one glassy, tideless sea,
our bodies draping wearily,
we slept, I slept so lucidly,
with hopes to stay this memory.

If Springtime crawls out of the

wild mouths of flowers, then
surely, Winter crawls out of mine.

And the Spring arose on the garden fair,
Like the Spirit of Love felt everywhere;
And each flower and herb on Earth's dark breast
Rose from the dreams of its wintry rest.

Spring time is nature at its best.