Spring is nature's way of saying: "Let's party!"
Spring is as changeable as a stepmother's face.
Never cut a tree down in the wintertime. Never make a negative decision in the low time.
Never make your most important decisions when you are in your worst moods. Wait. Be
patient. The storm will pass. The spring will come.
Spring is when you feel like whistling even with a shoe full of slush.
Every spring has an autumn and every road has an ending.
In every winter's heart there is a quivering spring, and behind the veil of each night there is
is a second spring when every leaf is a flower.
single rose does not mean spring.
We grow great by dreams. All big men are dreamers. They see things
in the soft haze of a
spring day or in the red fire of a long winter's evening. Some of us let these great dreams die,
but others nourish and protect them; nurse them through bad days till they bring them to the
sunshine and light which comes always to those who sincerely hope that their dreams will
Live thy Life,
Young and old,
Like yon oak,
Bright in spring,
You should not think that the wisdom of Confucius is lofty and out of reach, or something
that people today can only look up to with reverence. The truths of this world are for ever
plain and simple, in the same way that the sun rises every day in the east, just as spring is
the time for sowing and autumn is the time to harvest. The truths that Confucius gives us
are always the easiest of truths.
Good books are to the young mind what the warming sun and the
refreshing rain of spring are
to the seeds which have lain dormant in the frosts of winter.
That which does blossom in the spring will bring forth fruit in the
April is the cruelest month, breeding
lilacs out of the dead land, mixing
memory and desire, stirring
dull roots with spring rain.
When you forgive, you heal your own anger and hurt and are able to
let love lead again. It's
like spring cleaning for your heart.
It's spring in England. I missed it last year. I was in the
It was an ideal spring day, a light blue sky, flecked with little
fleecy white clouds drifting
across from west to east. The sun was shining very brightly, and yet there was an
exhilarating nip in the air, which set an edge to a man's energy.
Arthur Conan Doyle
It is easy to understand why the most beautiful poems about England
in the spring were
written by poets living in Italy at the time.
To be interested in the changing seasons is a happier state of mind
than to be hopelessly in
love with spring.