Spring Quotes
I don't believe the half I hear, Nor the quarter of what I see! But I have one faith, sublime and true, That nothing can shake or slay; Each spring I firmly believe anew All the seed catalogues say!
Democracy can only spring from within a nation itself, only from the hearts and minds of its people.
These are the poems of a traveler and a lover who feels both the terror of time passing and the consolation of eternity. From such tension spring lovely poetic objects, ready for intelligent use.
That love for one, from which there doth not spring Wide love for all, is but a worthless thing.
They say it's better to bury your sadness in a graveyard or garden that waits for the spring to wake from its sleep and burst into green.
Wars spring from unseen and generally insignificant causes, the first outbreak being often but an explosion of anger.
But now it was spring again, and spring was almost unbearable for sensitive hearts. It drove creation to its utmost limits, it wafted its spice-laden breath even into the nostrils of the innocent.
Always it’s Spring)and everyone’s in love and flowers pick themselves.
Blackberry winter, the time when the hoarforst lies on the blackberry blossoms; without this frost the berries will not set. It is the forerunner of a rich harvest.
I can't feel a thing; All mournful petal storms are dancing inside the very private spring of my head.
The spring of 1930 marks the end of a period of grave concern...American business is steadily coming back to a normal level of prosperity.
Departing summer hath assumed An aspect tenderly illumed, The gentlest look of spring; That calls from yonder leafy shade Unfaded, yet prepared to fade, A timely carolling.
It's the first day of spring. That means this weekend I'll take down my Christmas lights.
I love baseball. I'll probably end up one of those old farts who go to spring training in Florida every year and drive from game to game all day.
Of the infinite variety of fruits which spring from the bosom of the earth, the trees of the wood are the greatest in dignity.
I hate the cursed Oriole fundamentals... I've been doing them since 1964. I do them in my sleep. I hate spring training.
I hope to God that the inner strength that will vindicate my deeds will in good time spring forth from my own people. I have done as I had to on the prompting of my inner voice.
Yet with these April sunsets, that somehow recall My buried life, and Paris in the spring, I feel immeasurably at peace, and find the world To be wonderful and youthful afterall
Growing up in the English countryside seemed an interminable process. Freezing winter gave way to frosty spring, which in turn merged into chilly summer-but nothing ever, ever happened.
One by one, the others all nodded their heads again, as if we were talking about having a spring picnic instead of going up against the deadliest woman in Ashland and all of her men.
The man who discovers a woman's weakness is like the huntsman in the heat of the day who finds a cool spring. He wallows in it.
She thanked God that life was not always winter, that spring always came at last to chase away the cold and heaviness, and to release one to warmth and movement again.
It is mediocrity which makes laws and sets mantraps and spring-guns in the realm of free song, saying thus far shalt thou go and no further.
If those who are the enemies of innocent amusements had the direction of the world, they would take away the spring, and youth, the former from the year, the latter from human life.
They were pleasant spring days, in which the winter of man's discontent was thawing as well as the earth, and the life that had lain torpid began to stretch itself.
The eyes of spring, so azure, Are peeping from the ground; They are the darling violets, That I in nosegays bound.
It is dry, hazy June weather. We are more of the earth, farther from heaven these days.
The spring's already at the gate With looks my care beguiling; The country round appeareth straight A flower-garden smiling.
For lo, the winter is past, the rain is over and gone; the flowers appear on the earth; the time of the singing of birds is come, and the voice of the turtledove is heard in our land.
The leafy blossoming present time springs from the whole past, remembered and unrememberable.
Enjoy the Spring of Love and Youth, to some good angel leave the rest; For Time will teach thee soon the truth, there are no birds in last year's nest!
Of all joyful, smiling, ever-laughing experiences, there are none like those which spring from true religion.
Memory is the best of all gardens. Therein, winter and summer, the seeds of their past lie dormant, ready to spring into instant bloom at any moment the mind wishes to bring them to life.
Idealism springs from deep feelings, but feelings are nothing without the formulated idea that keeps them whole.
O Day after day we can't help growing older. Year after year spring can't help seeming younger. Come let's enjoy our winecup today, Nor pity the flowers fallen.
The little wind-flower, whose just opened eye Is blue as the spring heaven it gazes at.
Spring hangs her infant blossoms on the trees, Rock'd in the cradle of the western breeze.