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“Spring dances with joy in every flower and in every bud letting us know that changes are beautiful and an inevitable law of life.”
“Spring drew on... and a greenness grew over those brown beds, which, freshening daily, suggested the thought that hope traversed them at night and left each morning brighter traces of her steps.”
Source: Jane Eyre
“Spring
Every time, in the same way, the world
molds flower buds of yellow mustard from a lump of gold,
and the breeze holds them in its undulations.
Every time, in the same way, branches
laden with sprouting leaves,
hug the interweaving pathways. What do they think? Who knows.
Every time, in the same way, raindrops
filtering through clouds brimming with colour
come to rattle against the copper sheet that spreads into the distance.
Every year, a season, just like this,
every time, this scent of absence,
every morning, these harsh tears. When will the times of mourning come?
Majeed Amjad”
“Spring flew swiftly by, and summer came; and if the village had been beautiful at first, it was now in the full glow and luxuriance of its richness. The great trees, which had looked shrunken and bare in the earlier months, had now burst into strong life and health; and stretching forth their green arms over the thirsty ground, converted open and naked spots into choice nooks, where was a deep and pleasant shade from which to look upon the wide prospect, steeped in sunshine, which lay stretched out beyond. The earth had donned her mantle of brightest green; and shed her richest perfumes abroad. It was the prime and vigour of the year; all things were glad and flourishing.”
Source: Oliver Twist
“Spring flew swiftly by, and summer came; and if the village had been beautiful at first, it was now in the full glow and luxuriance of its richness. The great trees, which had looked shrunken and bare in the earlier months, had now burst into strong life and health; and stretching forth their green arms over the thirsty ground, converted open and naked spots into choice nooks, where was a deep and pleasant shade from which to look upon the wide prospect, steeped in sunshine, which lay stretched out beyond.”
Source: Oliver Twist: Or, The Parish Boy's Progress
“Spring flies, and with it all the train it leads; and flowers, in fading, leave us but their seeds.”
Source: Poems and Ballads ... translated by Sir E. B. Lytton ... With a brief sketch of Schiller's life
“Spring goeth all in white, / Crowned with milk-white may: / In fleecy flocks of light / O'er heaven the white clouds stray.”
Source: Poetical Works Of Robert Brides Excluding The Eight Dramas
“Spring had been the season for dying in the old days. Invalids who had struggled through the dark comfort of winter took fright as the night receded.”
“Spring had come finally and after much hesitation, to Lincoln's Inn Fields and there were daffodils out upon the green grass and gilly-flowers blooming in the window-boxes of the ground floor sets. This being Lincoln's Inn, where an air of general severity prevails, they did so with an unconscionable meekness, as if they feared that some legal eminence- Mr Crabbe perhaps- would descend in wrath from his chambers and present them with a writ for unlicensed blossoming or occupying too great a proportion of space.”
Source: Kept
“Spring had come. Despite the many wet and gusty days which April had thrust in rude challenge upon reluctant May, in the glory of the triumphant sun which flooded the concave blue of heaven and the myriad shaded green of earth, the whole world knew to-day, the whole world proclaimed that spring had come. The yearly miracle had been performed.”
Source: The Major
“Spring hangs her infant blossoms on the trees, Rock'd in the cradle of the western breeze.”
Source: The Works of William Cowper: Comprising His Poems, Correspondence, and Translations. With a Life of the Author
“Spring has again returned.
The Earth is like a child that knows many poems.
Many, O so many. For the hardship
of such long learning she receives the prize.
Strict was her teacher.
The white in the old man's beard pleases us.
Now, what to call green, to call blue,
we dare to ask: She knows, She knows!”
“Spring has arrived.
Let me not despair.”
Source: May Day: Poems
“Spring has brought such a spirit of life that the ground splits and flowers open, blossom by blossom.”
“Spring has finally come and the air has that fresh, muddy smell from rain earlier today. I think the sun should never set before eight p.m. There should be a rule.
“Petrichor,”
Charles says, walking beside me, his hands in his pockets and his satchel over his shoulder.
The word for that smell you’ve been inhaling as if it’ll get you high. It’s called petrichor. The stones release oils when they get wet, and that’s what the smell is.”
Source: How Not To Fall
“Spring has many American faces. There are cities where it will come and go in a day and counties where it hangs around and never quite gets there. Summer is drawn blinds in Louisiana, long winds in Wyoming, shade of elms and maples in New England.”
“Spring has returned. The Earth is like a child that knows poems.”
“Spring-Heeled Jack Is In The Lane by Stewart Stafford
Go indoors, children, before dark falls,
A fiend comes hideous and inhumane,
Tell your mother not to answer the door,
For Spring-Heeled Jack is in the lane.
Is it spectre, beast or demon?
A trick of light to fool the brain?
Blue flames spew from hellish maw,
Spring-Heeled Jack growls in the lane.
No one can unsee its monstrous face,
Nor its claws of steel that bloodstain,
Its haunting cackle freezes victims,
Spring-Heeled Jack leaps from the lane.
© Stewart Stafford, 2024. All rights reserved.”
“Spring in the hills would confront the greatest artist with too vast a panorama. I doubt if he could ever capture it. For Spring there is more than colour; it is music and scent. The burns literally hum down the hillside, the trees have rhythm in their shaking. The smell of Spring in the hills is a blending of peaty thickness, bracken-mould, flowers' spicyness, and clean, quick purge of the wind. Down in the hollows anemones, bereft of smell, gleam in pale patches.”
Source: A Country Dweller's Years: Nature Writings by Jessie Kesson
“Spring in the world! And all things are made new!”
Source: Dartmouth Lyrics
“Spring invites us into a fairy land of imagination where flowers bloom with joy, butterflies fly with song, and love dances with love.”
“Spring irises bloom.
The caged bird no longer sings—
the knee on his throat.”
“Spring is a beautiful piece of work; and not to be in the country to see it done is the not realizing what glorious masters we are, and how cheerfully, minutely, and unflaggingly the fair fingers of the season broider the world for us.”
Source: Out-doors at Idlewild: Or, The Shaping of a Home on the Banks of the Hudson
“Spring is a season of the soul to regain its strength.”
“Spring, is a time of re-growth and renewal. It is a time when one has more garden chores to do, such as planting new seedings in the vegetable and flower gardens. Also, a time of great activity, when the grass and weeds start to grow and need to be chopped back. There is no mistake, that a lot of people start new businesses, in spring and even get married in spring. It is a time of great promise and forward movement in life.”
“So going back to the yellow flowers, they signify optimism, prosperity and action. So seeing and particularly going outside, when it is spring and spending time with the yellow flowers like the wattle and daffodils give one an increased optimism for the life and the coming season and helps people have more energy to go about the weekly jobs that spring most generously provides!”
Source: Fairy Sparkles
“Spring is a time to make up a big bouquet of flowers for someone you love, or are trying to love, or are in love with.”
Source: The Legacy Letters: his Wife, his Children, his Final Gift
“Spring is about to spring. Persephone is coming back and the ice is groaning, about to break with the exquisite and deafening roar. It's a time for madness; a time for our fangs to come down and our eyes to glaze over so that the beast in us can sing with unmitigated joy. Oh yes, ecstasy, I welcome thee!”
“Spring is always cruel, with its false promise of resurrection.”
“Spring is beautiful everywhere, but it is more than beautiful in Lebanon. Spring is the spirit of an unknown God speeding through the world, which, as it reaches Lebanon, pauses, because now it is as at home with the souls of the Prophets and Kings hovering over the land, chanting with the brooks of Judea, the eternal Psalms of Solomon, renewing with the Cedars of Lebanon memories of an ancient glory.”
“Spring is beautiful, and smells sweet. Spring is when you shake the curtains, and pound on the rugs, and take off your long underwear, and wash in all the corners.”
Source: O Ye Jigs & Juleps
“Spring is beautiful, and summer is perfect for vacations, but autumn brings a longing to get away from the unreal things of life, out into the forest at night with a campfire and the rustling leaves.”
Source: Friends O' Mine: A Book of Poems and Stories
“Spring is come home with her world-wandering feet, And all things are made young with your desires.”
Source: God: thoughts in an age of uncertainty
“Spring is God's way of saying, 'One more time!'”
Source: 2100 Laughs for All Occasions: Short, Sharp, Topical, and Funny--Arranged in Categories for Reading, Telling, Laughing
“Spring is here and my old joy blooms in the world.”
Source: For Love of Common Words: Poems
“Spring is like a perhaps hand”
Source: 100 Selected Poems
“Spring is my sweetheart.”
Source: Christian Science Sentinel
“Spring is nature's way of saying, 'Let's party!'”
“Spring is not a season; it is a mysterious illusionist who sets off fireworks in the depths of our soul!”
“Spring is noticed, if at all By people sitting in railway trains.”
Source: Poems, 1913-1956
“Spring is on the way; summer is on the way; storms are on the way; wars are on the way; sorrow and happiness are on the way; they are all on the way, they are coming! Everything is on the way! Life is a highway; while we are moving on the way, all else is coming towards us! Devil is on the way; angel is on the way! Stay firm on the way!”
“Spring is proof that there is beauty in new beginnings.”
“Spring is slowly coming. It was raw and cold for oh so long. Now it’s becoming lovely, and people, like nature, sometimes thaw out when the sun shines.”
Source: Vincent and Theo: The Van Gogh Brothers
“Spring is strictly sentimental, self-regarding; but I burn more careless in the autumn bonfire.”
Source: The diaries of Sylvia Townsend Warner
“Spring is such a hopeful time on the island, and despite the pall that continues to hover over our nation, I find it impossible to resist. The air is still chilly as a well-digger's ear first thing in the morning, but as the hours pass it hints at the warmth to come in later months. As the days become longer, the rains change. They are less punishing and more promising, bringing out the native grasses and glimpses of green on the trees. Then there are the little families of deer, grazing as if the entire island is a spring buffet, and wild rabbits are hopping everywhere.”
Source: Love & Saffron
“spring is super in the supermarkets and the strawberries prance and glow never mind that they're all kinda tart and tasteless as strawberries go meanwhile wild things are not for sale anymore than they are for show so i'll be outside, in love with the kind of beauty it takes more than eyes to know”
“Spring is the best life coach: It gives you all the energy you want, all the positive thoughts you wish and all the boldness you need!”
“Spring is the fresh green of young corn and the pink blush of blossoms. Autumn contrasts the yellowed foilage with violet hues. Winter is the white of snow against its black forms ... Summer is the contrast of blues and the golden bronze of the corn.”
“Spring is the music of an opening soul. Spring comes with the footsteps of second chances.”
“Spring is the only revolutionary whose revolution has succeeded.”
“Spring is the Period
Express from God.”
Source: Delphi Complete Works of Emily Dickinson (Illustrated)