1,207 Quotes About Spring

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Here and there among the pines are rowans, with ripe coral berries; now the berries are falling, heavy clusters striking the earth. So they reap themselves and sow themselves again, an inconceivable abundance to be squandered every single year. Over three hundred clusters I can count on a single tree. And here and there about are flowers still in bloom, obstinate things that will not die, though their time is really past.

How long had it been since Arthur had stood in the blessed sunlight and felt the cool spring breeze in his hair? God, he missed it.

It was spring when it happened and the schoolroom windows were open all day long, and every afternoon after Billy left we had milk from little waxy cartons and Mrs. Jansma would read us chapters from a wonderful book about some children in England that had a bed that took them places at night.

There are no secrets, there is no mystery. We make that all up. In fact, it's all right there in front of us. You have to have enough food to get through winter and spring. That's what it all comes down to. You have to live in a way that will gather enough food each fall to get through winter.

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. [...] Part of you died each year when leaves fell from the tress and their branches were bare against the wind and the cold, wintry light. But you knew there would always be the spring, as you knew the river would flow again after it was frozen.

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.

Last night the geese came back,slating fastfrom the blossom of the rising moon downto the black pond. A muskratswimming in the twilight saw them and hurriedto the secret lodges to tell everyonespring had come.And so it had.By morning when I went outthe last of the ice had disappeared, blackbirdssang on the shores. Every yearthe geese, returning,do this, I don'tknow how.

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 youth, surging up anew after its temporary check, and bringing with it hope, and the invincible instinct towards self-delight.