Discover the most popular and inspiring quotes and sayings on the topic of Spring. Share them with your friends on social media platforms like Facebook, Twitter, or your personal blogs, and let the world be inspired by their powerful messages. Here are the Top 100 Spring Quotes And Sayings by 84 Authors including Anne Frank,Carlo Manzoni,Margaret Wise Brown,Archibald Macleish,Henry Rollins for you to enjoy and share.
I think spring is inside me. I feel spring awakening, I feel it in my entire body and soul. I have to force myself to act normally. I'm in a state of utter confusion, don't know what to read, what to write, what to do. I only know that I'm longing for something ...
The spring is the lovely time when we all hurry out in to the open to finally get to inhale fresh exhausts.
When the groundhog casts his shadow
And the small birds sing
And the pussywillows happen
And the sun shines warm
And when the peepers peep
Then it is Spring
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.
Early spring is the time for vigorous change, a preparation for the heat-driven oppression that is to come.
It is always springtime in the heart that loves God.
Spring is a sacred season.
You ought to know that October is the first Spring month.
Spring season is a sacred season of great strength.
Spring is the season of restoration of all living things.
Summer treads on heels of spring.
Spring is the sacred soul of fertility.
'Tis a month before the month of May,
And the spring comes slowly up this way.
Spring is a season of fruitfulness.
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.
Spring is always cruel, with its false promise of resurrection ...
Spring is made of solid, fourteen-karat gratitude, the reward for the long wait. Every religious tradition from the northern hemisphere honors some form of April hallelujah, for this is the season of exquisite redemption, a slam-bang return to joy after a season of cold second thoughts.
As every season seems best to us in its turn, so the coming in of spring is like the creation of Cosmos out of Chaos and the realization of the Golden Age.
Now that spring is no longer to be recognised in blossoms or in new leaves on trees, I must look for it in myself. I feel the ice of myself cracking. I feel myself loosen and flow again, reflecting the world. That is what spring means.
The most beautiful springs are those that come after the most horrible winters!
That's what I love so about the Spring. It's full of promises.
And then, because the world is relentless this way, it was spring.
Spring makes everything look filthy.
The clamours of spring are the same old delicate noises, The earth renews its magical youth at a breath.
Spring is worth the wait. Life is worth the death.
Spring is a sacred soul with a revive spirit.
Autumn is my spring!
Spring ... made fair false promises which summer was called upon to keep.
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Spring is the fountain of love for thirsty winter
Spring dances with joy in every flower and in every bud letting us know that changes are beautiful and an inevitable law of life.
Autumn is a season followed immediately by looking forward to spring.
Without spring, life would be much less pinky!
Spring is umbilical or else it is not spring.
Spring work is going on with joyful enthusiasm.
I feel a physical happiness when spring is coming.
The first day of spring is one thing and the first spring day is another. The difference between them is sometimes as great as a month.
Spring is come home with her world-wandering feet, And all things are made young with your desires.
Always it's Spring)and everyone's in love and flowers pick themselves.
Spring scatters the petals of flowers that are not for the fruits of the future, but for the moment's whim.
Spring had let go of Winter's hand and was reaching out to Summer
To find pleasure in life, make the most of the spring.
Spring bursts today, For love is risen and all earth's at play.
Springtime is at hand. When will you ever bloom, if not here and now?
Only to youth will spring be spring.
When leaves begin to sprout, we know spring season is here.
Winter is on the road to spring. Some think it a surly road. I do not. A primrose road to spring were not as engaging to my heart as a frozen icicled craggy way angered over by strong winds that never take the iron trumpets from their lips.
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.
Every Winter brings it's own Spring.
The spring is a lively emblem of the Resurrection.
It was spring, the part of spring where the bursting is done, the held-in pressures of desiccated sap-veins and gum-sealed buds are gone, and all the world's in a rush to be beautiful.
In Spring! In the creation of art it must be as it is in Spring!
Evil events from evil causes spring.
The Spring is here
the delicate footed May,
With its slight fingers full of leaves and flowers,
And with it comes a thirst to be away.
In lovelier scenes to pass these sweeter hours.
Spring has a way of erasing doubt.
When the leaves of the strongest tree fall, spring is here.
Spring is the usual period for house-cleaning and removing the dust and dirt which, notwithstanding all precautions, will accumulate during the winter months from dust, smoke, gas, etc.
When winter comes, spring can't be far behind
I spring train in the winter, around early December ...
Your spring self is anxious to shed your winter mistakes.
The promise of spring's arrival is enough to get anyone through the bitter winter!
Take spring when it comes and rejoice. Take happiness when it comes and rejoice. Take love when it comes and rejoice.
The spring wakes us, nurtures us and revitalizes us. How often does your spring come? If you are a prisoner of the calendar, it comes once a year. If you are creating authentic power, it comes frequently, or very frequently.
Spring came in a great and colorful rush.
Spring sprang suddenly onto the land.
In a way winter is the real spring, the time when the inner things happen, the resurge of nature.
In March winter is holding back and spring is pulling forward. Something holds and something pulls inside of us too.
spring time is for lovers because...it's so fresh and new!
At the best of times, spring hurts depressives.
The air's warm with hopeful hints of spring in it. Spring would be a good time for an uprising, I think. Everyone feels less vulnerable once winter passes.
Once in the midst of a seemingly endless winter, I discovered within myself an invincible spring.
Spring is the season of hope, and autumn is that of memory.
The first pleasant days of spring come out like a squirrel and go in again.
Now Spring returns; but not to me returns.
Spring beckons! All things to the call respond; the trees are leaving and cashiers abscond.
After winter, spring never forgets to come.
We don't get much of a spring or fall to speak of. Up here, for ten months a year, the weather has teeth in it.
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.
It was one of those sneaky days in late winter where spring came along to get a lay of the land.
The American spring is by no means so agreeable as the American autumn; both move with faltering step, and slow; but this lingering pace, which is delicious in autumn, is most tormenting in the spring.
The first day of spring is known as the vernal equinox. The equinox is special. It only happens twice a year, like a good night in ratings for NBC.
Every flower begins to flourish in spring.
Maybe we won't have the beauty of a perfect summer. But neither do we have to endure the callousness of an uncaring winter. Instead, we can all look for our own spring- we can discover where God wants to use us. Do you hear the whisper of spring?
April. Spring was on the land like an itch. The whole countryside seemed to be scratching itself awake - lazily, luxuriously, though occasionally scratching so hard its nails hit bone, that old cold calcium that lies beneath our tingles.
Do not wish an everlasting spring! Without tasting the winter, you cannot get pleasure out of the spring!
Don't go fighting against the Spring.
Winter is going ,but who knows spring will come or not !
It is always safe to dream of spring. For it is sure to come; and if it be not just as we have pictured it, it will be infinitely sweeter.
Spring shows what God can do with a drab and dirty world.
Spring still makes spring in the mind
When sixty years are told:
Love wakes anew this throbbing heart,
And we are never old
Over the winter glaciers
I see the summer glow
And through the wind-piled snowdrift
The warm rosebuds below.
With the spring a sort of inspiration is wakened in the most prosaic of us. The same spirit of change that thrills the saplings with fresh vitality sends through human veins a creeping ecstasy of new life.
Autumn arrives in the early morning.
We're looking at the coming of spring like we look at the coming of babies we never considered aborting; Hopeful.
Officially it was almost spring but someone had forgotten to pass the news on to winter.
Spring's an expansive time: yet I don't trust
March with its peck of dust,
Nor April with its rainbow-crowned brief showers,
Nor even May, whose flowers
One frost may wither thro' the sunless hours.
Let us say goodbye to winter to welcome the beauty of spring.
Every year, back comes Spring, with nasty little birds yapping their fool heads off and the ground all mucked up with plants.
Spring in the world! And all things are made new!
Spring unlocks the flowers to paint the laughing soil.
Spring being a tough act to follow, God created June.