1,207 Quotes About Spring

Winter is copper, autumn is bronze, spring is silver, and summer is gold.

The trees were making their spring sounds, popping and cracking, the snow blowing by and whooshing against her skin, and spring birds making their small and distinctive calls

The beauty of spring makes my heart sing.

The winter sun, the spring blossom, the starry nights of summer, and a walk in the rain... are some of the best things in life are free. However, they gives us back precious lifetime memories.

I am a mean hungry sorehead.Do I have the capacity for grace??To arise one smoking spring& find one's youth has taken off for greener parts.

Hm. New lives, being buried alive. Life already deadbefore it can even start. Such a shame!

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.

Our bodies align with these rhythms of life in our footsteps (slow tiptoe or urgent stomp), the sleeping rise-fall breath of your baby on your chest, or a row of oak trees mirrored in a rippling lake. A butterfly’s wings flap every second—flapflapflap—to keep it free-floating through the sky, dipping now and again to kiss sweet flowers. Rhythms benefit from variety too; a gentle spring rainstorm turns dramatic with an unexpected thunderclap.

In spring, streams gush with frigid waters, and inspired songbirds wake before dawn. Trees come alive with buds that swell and crack open; cherry blossoms, magnolias, and dogwoods seek rays of sunlight that will coax them into full bloom. Green tips poke up from between the crumbling dried leaves of last fall, and the days slowly, slowly grow longer before evening darkness envelopes the subtly bustling earth. Your sleepy senses wake in tandem with spring, and your body craves new sensations.