1,207 Quotes About Spring
- Author L.M. Montgomery
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Everything is made new in the spring. Springs themselves are always so new, too. No spring is ever just like any other spring. It always has something of its own to be its peculiar sweetness.
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- Author E.E. Cummings
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lady through whose profound and fragile lipsthe sweet small clumsy feet of April cameinto the ragged meadow of my soul.
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- Author Joanne Harris
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The almond blossom from the tree has gone, to be replaced by new green shoots. It smells of spring, and mown grass, and tilled earth from the fields beyond. Now is the month of Germinal in the Republican calendar: the month of hyacinth, and bees, and violet, and primrose. It is also the windy month; the month of new beginnings, and I have never felt it so strongly as I feel it now: that sense of possibility; that irresistible lightness.
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- Author Master Nursi
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In spring, the dead trees, roots, and animals come to life again exactly as they were, thus providing hundreds of thousands of examples, specimens, and proofs of the supreme resurrection.
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- Author F. Scott Fitzgerald
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There's so much spring in the air-- there's so much lazy sweetness in your heart.
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- Author Franny Choi
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Spring is the season of crying and seeing nothing. Of choking up on someone else's trash.
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- Author Bai Juyi
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THE BLOOM IS NOT A BLOOMThe bloom is not a bloom,The mist not mist.At midnight she comes,And goes again at dawn.She comes like a spring dream - how long will she stay?She goes like morning cloud, without a trace.
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- Author Bai Juyi
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SPRING SLEEPThe pillow's low, the quilt is warm, the body smooth and peaceful,Sun shines on the door of the room, the curtain not yet open.Still the youthful taste of spring remains in the air,Often it will come to you even in your sleep.
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- Author William Carlos Williams
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Black wind, I have poured my heart outto you until I am sick of it-Now I run my hand over you feelingthe play of your body - the quiverof it's strength-
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