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When spring knocks at your door, regardless of the time of year or season of our lives, run, do not walk to that door, throw it open with wild abandon, and say, Yes! Yes, come in! Do me, and do me big!
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.
FROM WHENCE YOU SPRANG.
Spring is God's way of saying, 'One more time!'
It was the moment of early spring like the pause when a fiddler has lifted his bow and holds it over the strings, ready to call forth the music.
Spring is when life's alive in everything.
Spring is a sacred soul with a revive spirit.
Spring is when you feel like whistling even with a shoe full of slush.
Spring ... made fair false promises which summer was called upon to keep.
For us, there is no spring. Just the wind that smells fresh before the storm.
These springs flow through the low places, the difficult places, the desert places, the lonely places, and even the ordinary places of life. And no matter what our situation may be, these springs can always be found.
Snap to, Will Henry!
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.
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 is far more than just a changing of seasons; it's a rebirth of the spirit.
Beginning with doom in the bulb, the spring unravels ...
Spring time is a season of great hope and strength.
Everything is new in the spring. Springs themselves are always so new, too. No spring is ever just like any other spring. It always has something of its own to be its own peculiar sweetness.
There's so much spring in the air- there's so much lazy sweetness in your heart.
A twig snaps. I am intensely alive.
Spring is the season you can feel blossom inside of you before you ever see it blossom outside.
Spring's first conviction is a wealth beyond its whole experience.
Sweet spring, full of sweet days and roses, a box where sweets compacted lie.
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 words came so fast they seemed to roll down hill. Nobody ever calls it all that; it's just spring wheat, but I like the words. They heap up and make a picture of a spring that's slow to come, when the ground stays frozen late into March and the air is raw, and the skies are sulky and dark
The most beautiful springs are those that come after the most horrible winters!
My mind pops like a grasshopper's spring.
A fool's bolt is soon shot.
Somewhere, out in the infinite distance, lay the spring, at least in God's mind, like babies that are not yet conceived in the mother's womb.
(from "The Fish can Sing")
Spring time is the land awakening.
Squeezed back. Or, more likely, someone
The merry cuckow, messenger of Spring, His trumpet shrill hath thrice already sounded.
Spring work is going on with joyful enthusiasm.
The spring's already at the gate With looks my care beguiling; The country round appeareth straight A flower-garden smiling.
Without spring, life would be much less pinky!
One moment unstuck other stuck!
Out of moderation a pure happiness springs.
Spring beckons! All things to the call respond; the trees are leaving and cashiers abscond.
Don't go fighting against the Spring.
What I have left is from my native spring; I've still a heart that swells, in scorn of fate, And lifts me to my banks.
Spring
The season between winter and summer, comprising in the Northern Hemisphere
the months March, April and May.
The ability of something to return to its original shape when it is pressed down, stretched or twisted.
Salvations spring up from the ground.
Spring time is a refreshing time.
Spring works wonders everywhere.
It hit me like a thunderbolt!
It seemed as if at least a moment some spring had burst forth in his barren soul.
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.
shut and slipped into
Revolution is an awakening, so is the spring! Spring is an awakening, so is the revolution!
I am getting to what I am getting to! Millard snapped.
The world snapped open.
The world snapped shut.
Trapped like a trap in a trap
SPRING In every winter's heart there is a quivering spring, and behind the veil of each night there is a smiling dawn. SP-ST-57
pulled falling out of the tree right on
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.
I took one look and fell, hook and tumble.
Close your mouth before something flies in, I snapped.
It seemed to happen in springs, the revealing of things.
Spring is nature's way of smiling...
A fooles bolt is soone shot.
Spring scatters the petals of flowers that are not for the fruits of the future, but for the moment's whim.
The deep roots never doubt spring will come.
Only to youth will spring be spring.
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.
When the leaves of the strongest tree fall, spring is here.
Every year it seems to me I hear complaints about spring. It is either "late" or "unusually cold," "abnormally dry" or "fantastically wet," for no one is ever willing to admit that there is no such thing as a normal spring.
'Tis a month before the month of May,
And the spring comes slowly up this way.
I did what I have been told to do by my queen. In so doing, I fell into a trap I couldn't escape. I still can't."
"The trap of LUUUUVVVV, I thought sarcastically. But he was too serious, too calm, to mock.
Spring is the time when God's magic is at its grandest.
Spring is the time of plans and projects.
It had been a conscious decision to pull free. It had taken everything I had to do it, like an animal gnawing a limb off to escape a trap. And somehow I had done it;
The finest teaching touches in a student a spring neither teacher nor student could possibly have preconceived.
I have been tight as a tick! Fried as a mink! Stiff as a goat!
Welcome, wild harbinger of spring! To this small nook of earth; Feeling and fancy fondly cling, Round thoughts which owe their birth, To thee, and to the humble spot, Where chance has fixed thy lowly lot.
Pressed against me, and my eyes fluttered open
It may be, of course, above all, that what suddenly broke into this gives the previous time a charm of stillness - that hush in which something gathers or crouches. The change was actually like the spring of a beast.
The spring of the New Age is here, bursting forth in perfect harmony, beauty and abundance; and nothing can stop it from coming about.
I sprung you because I've got a message for you"
"doesn't your family own a cell phone company?"
"only a little one
A spring never free from the pressure of some foreign body at last loses its elasticity; and so does the mind if other people's thoughts are constantly forced upon it.
Fresh, vivacious and utterly light,
Spring leaves are so bright.
Born free, live free, die free,
They raise temptations in me.
From a certain angle, the spring seems so calm: warm, tender, each night redolent and composed. And yet everything radiates tension, as if the city has been built upon the skin of a balloon and someone is inflating it toward the breaking point.
Feel like (I've been) released from prison.
Wearing nothing but sweats and a sheer coat of lip gloss, she wiggle through her frosted window and jumped six feet to freedom, feeling more charged than a Visa card at Christmas time.
She plucked a twig and broke it, but she found no spring in it.
The spring is fresh and fearless
And every leaf is new,
The world is brimmed with moonlight,
The lilac brimmed with dew.
Here in the moving shadows
I catch my breath and sing -
My heart is fresh and fearless
And over-brimmed with spring.
You look like the first breath of spring,
Spring arrived overnight, as if winter, like some unwanted guest, had abruptly shrugged its way into its coat and vanished, without saying good-bye.
It was too strong in the air.
I had no rest against that
springtime!
The pounding of the hoofs on the
raw sods
stayed with me half through the night.
I awoke smiling but tired.
Sugar flake that, yo. Snap, crackle, pop.
The spring of love becomes hidden and soon filled up.
Unhand my tail!" squealed the Will.
I never seemed to like the spring for what it was; I always loved it for what it might have been. In the head. In the heart of hearts. It is in my ability, I think, to love something fully only if I am naturally, compulsively, irrationally drawn to it.
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.
Springtime is a season we tend to forget as we grow older, and yet far back in our memories, like the landscape of a country visited long ago, it's always there.
Spring is the time to bloom like a flower with all our beauty. It is the time to spread the fragrance of our love and fill the air with joy.
Eternal Spring, with smiling Verdue here Warms the mild Air, and crowns the youthful year . The Rose still blushes, and the vi'lets blow.
The spring came suddenly; the rains stopped, the days grew noticeably longer, and the afternoon light felt powdery, as if it might blow away.
See where she comes apparelled like the spring.
Do you suppose there's any difference between spring in nature and spring in man? But there we go, praising the one and condemning the other as improper, ashamed that the same laws work eternally through both.
Shall a man not have his spring as well as the plants?