1,207 Quotes About Spring

الربيع في القدس كان هو الربيع لأنك تراه يحل في البلد، كأنه مشهد غيره المخرج على خشبة المسرح. فالجبل البلقع في الشتاء قد اخضوضر فجأة أمام عينيك، وحتى بيتك الصغير المتهدم عند منعطف الطريق ، حيث الحجارة المهملة منذ أيام آل عثمان، وحيث الشجرة اليابسة ، يحس الربيع لأن زهورًا كعيون الأطفال قد نبتت بين الحجارة نفسها ، حول الجذع العاقر المسنّ نفسه. ولذا فإن الليالي قد تأتيني بذكريات من القدس فأحزن ، وأغضب ، وأبكي.

After vindictive winter, apple blossoms seem all the more heaven-sent.Among flashing forsythia and budding rose, dogwood and daffodil,The allure of magnolia, azalea and wisteria to lovers’ dreams are lent.Resolve is recompense as seedtime’s blush dispenses with the chill,How sweet-scented is New England now as winter tempests are through.My darling girl, the divinest bloom in cherry blossom time just happens to be you.

We may not know whether our understanding is correct, or whether our sentiments are noble, but the air of the day surrounds us like spring which spreads over the land without our aid or notice.

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.

It was the United States of America in the cold late spring of 1967, and the market was steady and the G.N.P. high and a great many articulate people seemed to have a sense of high social purpose and it might have been a spring of brave hopes and national promise, but it was not, and more and more people had the uneasy apprehension that it was not.

It was no half-hearted spring, this: the whole island vibrated with it as though a great, ringing chord had been struck. Everyone and everything heard it and responded.

Oh, sweet cherry tree-how lovely your blossoms are.Spring brings joy to life.

She felt a little better about Leonard out here in the country. It was just being close to nature, she supposed. In the country you felt as you never could in town the return of spring after winter. You felt a sort of pulse in the earth which proved that nothing dies, that everything comes back in beauty. Leonard was coming back... in some place beautiful enough to pay him for leaving the world. God knew all about his music, too. He would use that music someplace.

It was sunny, a rarity for Indiana in April, and everyone at the farmers' market was wearing short sleeves even though the temperature didn't quite justify it. We Hoosiers are excessively optimistic about summer.