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Quotations about Spring


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Spring... thaws the frozen fears,
mends the wounded heart
that Winter has broken.
~Aarno Davidson


Spring is nature's way of saying, "Let's party!"  ~Robin Williams


In Spring, everything is full of promise... and nature rejoices in her virgin loveliness. ~Charles Lanman, "The Dying Year," 1840


Hee that is in a towne in May loseth his spring. ~George Herbert


It was one of those March days when the sun shines hot and the wind blows cold: when it is summer in the light, and winter in the shade. ~Charles Dickens, Great Expectations


Everything is blooming most recklessly; if it were voices instead of colors, there would be an unbelievable shrieking into the heart of the night. ~Rainer Maria Rilke


Awake, thou wintry earth -
Fling off thy sadness!
Fair vernal flowers, laugh forth
Your ancient gladness!
~Thomas Blackburn, "An Easter Hymn"


I love spring anywhere, but if I could choose I would always greet it in a garden. ~Ruth Stout


No matter how long the winter, spring is sure to follow. ~Proverb


I've banished Winter, saith the Spring,
Awake! arise, ye flowers!
Brisk breezes blow,
Bright sunshine glow,
And rouse the young Year's powers.
~Henry James Slack (1818–1896), The Ministry of the Beautiful, "Conversation IV: Spring-time on the Western Coast," 1850  [Edith speaking —tεᖇᖇ¡·g]


Spring in its fullness had returned. Its deep breath was blowing damp and warm, the flowers quivered within the seeds, and the round earth began to ripen like a fruit. ~Jean Giono (1895–1970), Regain, 1930, translated from the French by Henri Fluchè and Geoffrey Myers, Harvest, 1939


Spring is when you feel like whistling even with a shoe full of slush. ~Doug Larson


Science has never drummed up quite as effective a tranquilizing agent as a sunny spring day. ~W. Earl Hall


Daughter of light! thy fairy step
Steals softly over vale and plain,
And with thy bright and joyous smile,
Beauty and life awake again.
~Mary Ann H. Dodd Shutts (1813–1878), "Spring"


The year's at the spring
And day's at the morn;
Morning's at seven;
The hillside's dew-pearled;
The lark's on the wing;
The snail's on the thorn;
God's in His heaven -
All's right with the world!
~Robert Browning


Where man sees but withered leaves,
God sees sweet flowers growing.
~Albert Laighton


That God once loved a garden We learn in Holy Writ.
And seeing gardens in the spring I well can credit it...
~Winifred Mary Letts, "Stephen's Green," 1926


In the spring, at the end of the day, you should smell like dirt. ~Margaret Atwood, "Unearthing Suite," 1983


And Spring arose on the garden fair,
Like the Spirit of Love felt everywhere;
And each flower and herb on Earth's dark breast
rose from the dreams of its wintry rest.
~Percy Bysshe Shelley, "The Sensitive Plant"


May-Day is never allowed to pass in this community without profuse lamentations over the tardiness of our spring as compared with that of England and the poets. ~Thomas Wentworth Higginson, "April Days," 1861


Every spring is the only spring — a perpetual astonishment. ~Ellis Peters


Well I remember, in my boyish days,
How deep the feeling, when my eye looked forth
On Nature, in her loveliness, and storms.
How my heart gladdened, as the light of spring
Came from the sun, with zephyrs, and with showers,
Waking the earth to beauty, and the woods
To music, and the atmosphere to blow,
Sweetly and calmly, with its breath of balm.
~James G. Percival, "Poetry," c.1822


Spring is sooner recognized by plants than by men. ~Chinese proverb


The naked earth is warm with Spring,
And with green grass and bursting trees
Leans to the sun's kiss glorying,
And quivers in the sunny breeze.
~Julian Grenfell


In the spring I have counted one hundred and thirty-six different kinds of weather inside of four-and-twenty hours. ~Mark Twain, 1876


Oh, Spring is surely coming,
Her couriers fill the air;
Each morn are new arrivals,
Each night her ways prepare;
I scent her fragrant garments,
Her foot is on the stair.
~John Burroughs, "A March Glee"


Our spring has come at last with the soft laughter of April suns and shadow of April showers. ~Byron Caldwell Smith, letter to Kate Stephens


vibrant verdure lights
the springtime landscape
in blazingly brilliant greens
a fresh flourishing canvas
for parti-colored sparks
of wildly blooming things
~Terri Guillemets, "Spring blazes color," 2017


O, wind, if winter comes, can spring be far behind? ~Percy Bysshe Shelley


Under the giving snow blossoms a daring spring. ~Terri Guillemets


[W]ell-apparell'd April on the heel
Of limping winter treads...
~William Shakespeare


Exciting spring smells waft through wide open windows... ~David J. Beard (1947–2016), @Raqhun, tweet, 2009


Forgive me if, in friendship's way,
I offer thee a wreath of May....
[N]ourished by the dews of heaven....
So I have Ivy placed between,
To prove that worth is ever green.
The little blue Forget-me-not...
Spring's messenger in every spot,
Smiling on all—"Remember me!"
~John Clare, "To E.L.E. on May Morning," May 1st 1830


Spring has returned. The Earth is like a child that knows poems. ~Rainer Maria Rilke


Each new spring grows on autumn's leftovers. ~Hal Borland, "Autumn's Leftovers," November 1975


The great pulsation of nature beats too in my breast, and when I carol aloud, I am answered by a thousand-fold echo. I hear a thousand nightingales. Spring hath sent them to awaken Earth from her morning slumber, and Earth trembles with ecstasy, her flowers are hymns, which she sings in inspiration to the sun... ~Heinrich Heine, "Ideas: Book Le Grand," 1826, translated from German by Charles Godfrey Leland, Pictures of Travel, 1855


Ah, how wonderful is the advent of the Spring!—the great annual miracle.... which no force can stay, no violence restrain, like love, that wins its way and cannot be withstood by any human power, because itself is divine power. If Spring came but once in a century, instead of once a year, or burst forth with the sound of an earthquake, and not in silence, what wonder and expectation would there be in all hearts to behold the miraculous change!... We are like children who are astonished and delighted only by the second-hand of the clock, not by the hour-hand. ~Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, Kavanagh, 1849


April has searched the winter land
And found her petted flowers again;
She kissed them to unfold her leaves,
She coaxed them with her sun and rain,
And filled the grass with green content,
And made the woods and clover vain.
~Hannah R. Hudson, "April," The Atlantic Monthly, April 1868


Her fairies climb the bare, brown trees,
And set green caps on every stalk;
Her primroses peep bashfully
From borders of the garden walk,
And in the reddened maple tops
Her blackbird gossips sit and talk.
~Hannah R. Hudson, "April," The Atlantic Monthly, April 1868


The call of spring seems to be louder, sweeter, more siren-like, than ever before. The longing to get closer to nature, fills the heart. O mächtig ist der Griff der Wanderlust! ~M.F. Canfield, "Die Wanderlust," To‑Morrow, June 1905


To be interested in the changing seasons is... a happier state of mind than to be hopelessly in love with spring. ~George Santayana, The Life of Reason, 1905


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. ~Henry Van Dyke


The sun has come out... and the air is vivid with spring light. ~Byron Caldwell Smith, letter to Kate Stephens


...the sweet wildflower breath of spring... ~Terri Guillemets


The sprites of the fruits, and flowers, and leaves,
They had long been out at play...
But the stirring blast that clarion cast,
Oh, it broke their holiday!—
And they hurry home at their topmost speed,
Flurried and flushed with the sudden need,
Sprinkling the earth as they pass along
With a flood of colour and gush of song—
For the Summer is coming to wed the Spring,
And earth on their altar her wealth shall fling,
And the Heaven's soft odours and breezes bring,
And the hollow heights and the depths shall ring
With a wild overgushing of gladdening...
~J.J. Britton (1832–1913), "March"


Winter and spring overlap at the seams
chilly breezes and warm green dreams!
~Terri Guillemets


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. ~Virginia Cary Hudson, "Spring," O Ye Jigs & Juleps!, 1962


The energy of the earth flows through the veins of springtime. ~Terri Guillemets, "Green lives the purple, orange, yellow," 2008


April hath put a spirit of youth in everything. ~William Shakespeare


I hear the passing echoes of winter and feel the warming spring on my face. ~Terri Guillemets


Out with the cold, in with the woo. ~E. Marshall, "Spring Thought"


A day comes in the springtime
When Earth puts forth her powers,
Casts off the bonds of winter
And lights him hence with flowers...
~Dora Read Goodale, "The Chorus," in Country Life in America: A Magazine for the Home-maker, the Vacation-seeker, the Gardener, the Farmer, the Nature-teacher, the Naturalist, April 1902


Springtime flowers bloom like colorful arrows piercing their way to the sun. ~Terri Guillemets


After the epigæa and the hepatica have blossomed, there is a slight pause among the wild-flowers, — these two forming a distinct prologue for their annual drama, as the brilliant witch-hazel in October brings up its separate epilogue. The truth is, Nature attitudinizes a little, liking to make a neat finish with everything, and then to begin again with éclat.... Each species seems to burst upon us with a united impulse; you may search for it day after day in vain, but the day when you find one specimen the spell is broken and you find twenty. By the end of April all the margins of the great poem of the woods are illuminated with these exquisite vignettes. ~Thomas Wentworth Higginson, "April Days," 1861


A little madness in the Spring
Is wholesome even for the King...
~Emily Dickinson


Yesterday the twig was brown and bare;
To-day the glint of green is there
To-morrow will be leaflets spare;
I know no thing so wondrous fair
No miracle so strangely rare.
I wonder what will next be there!
~L. H. Bailey, "Miracle," Wind and Weather, 1916


Time strode with the swiftness of spring blossoms. ~Terri Guillemets


Mother Earth is pulsing with new life. Wide fields of early rye, set in motion by the soft breezes, roll forth their gratitude in rich, emerald undulations. Robin and bob-white rent the air with their bright gladness. The fragrant petals of peach and apple blossoms fall and lay in sensate caress upon the earth, producing that harmony of odor and color known only to spring in the South. Trailing berry-vines climbing over a rustic fence form a background of graceful, waving green. The bewildering shades of grays and greens in the deeper woods intoxicate the eye and inspire the inner man with the promise of new life. O, the satisfaction of heart-hunger and soul-thirst in the contemplation of reviving nature! ~M.F. Canfield, "Die Wanderlust," To‑Morrow, June 1905  [a little altered —tεᖇᖇ¡·g]


Spring stirs under silent snow. ~Terri Guillemets


Comes happy Spring, like a maiden fair,
Quickly breathing the odorous air,
With grass-green robes, and round her hair
Apple and almond blooms, with care
Twisted and twined in a circlet rare...
And wherever she passes, morn or night,
All the broad earth smiles a smile of delight.
~J.J. Britton (1832–1913), "Epithalamium"


Spring translates earth's happiness into colorful flowers. ~Terri Guillemets


The lawns were bright with the green silk of fresh grass, yellow borders of daffodils, and dotted with the blue and purple and pink of crocuses. ~Gerald Raftery (1905–1986), Twenty-Dollar Horse, 1955


Spring:  the music of open windows. ~Terri Guillemets


I wonder if the Daffodil
Shrinks from the touch of frost,
And when her veins grow stiff and still
She dreams that life is lost?
Ah, if she does, how sweet a thing
Her resurrection day in spring!
~Emma C. Dowd, "Daffodil and Crocus," in Country Life in America: A Magazine for the Home-maker, the Vacation-seeker, the Gardener, the Farmer, the Nature-teacher, the Naturalist, April 1902


A wizard must have passed this way
Since—was it only yesterday?
Then all was bare, and now, behold,
A hundred cups of living gold!
~Emma C. Dowd, "Daffodil and Crocus," in Country Life in America: A Magazine for the Home-maker, the Vacation-seeker, the Gardener, the Farmer, the Nature-teacher, the Naturalist, April 1902


O my delicious April, never cease
To weep and smile at once!
~Alfred Austin, Savonarola: A Tragedy, 1881


A poet dips words into springtime to season her poems with beauty. ~Terri Guillemets


Sweet spring, full of sweet days and roses,
A box, where sweets compacted lie,
Not long ere all thy fragrant posies,
With all their sweets, must fade and die.
~George Herbert (1593–1632), "Vertue"


Spring breezes drift and tiny May birds chirp in morning's dawn-lit heart. ~Terri Guillemets


The Spring has come again
For the grass is growing green,
And among the fields of clover
Bright butterflies are seen.
The little birds are singing sweetly
As they fly from tree to tree...
The busy bees are gathering
The honey from the flowers,
And the merry birds are building
Their nests in sheltered bowers...
~Josephine D.C., "Spring," c.1887


Winter sprouts springtime wings and flies off into the budding year. ~Terri Guillemets


There are no days in the whole round year more delicious than those which often come to us in the latter half of April.... The sun trembles in his own soft rays.... The grass in the meadow seems all to have grown green since yesterday.... though there is warmth enough for a sense of luxury, there is coolness enough for exertion. ~Thomas Wentworth Higginson, "April Days," 1861


The front door to springtime is a photographer's best friend. ~Terri Guillemets, "Cephalophyllum," 2007


There's only one problem with the beauty of springtime — always running out of film! ~Terri Guillemets, "Pentax amongst blossoms," 1990


Something had changed since nightfall. A lissom and sweet-smelling force had darted out into the night. It gave the impression of a well-rested young animal. It was warm, just like the life under an animal's fur, and it smelt bitter. Panturle sniffed the air. Something like hawthorn. As it leapt forward, the whole earth seemed to be talking about it. The wind of spring! ~Jean Giono (1895–1970), Regain, 1930, translated from the French by Henri Fluchè and Geoffrey Myers, Harvest, 1939


Spring is the green
      is the peace
      is the breeze
      and the blossoms
      and the blues
      past the buds
      to the pinks
      on the brink
      and the warmth
      and the warbles
      and the weeds
      all the yellows
      and the bees
      and the buzzing
      living branches
      and the grasses
      and the gardens
      and the growing
      and the blowing
      of the pollens
      oh! the purples
      and the chirples
      of the birds
      and the beauty
      and the butterflies
      in the skies
      and the sun—
Springtime's fun!
~Terri Guillemets, "Jovial vernal verse," 2016


Hope is a roving gypsy
With laughter on her tongue,
And the blue sky and sunshine
Alone, can keep her young;
And year by year she lingers
Under a budding tree...
~Dora Read Goodale, "The Chorus," in Country Life in America: A Magazine for the Home-maker, the Vacation-seeker, the Gardener, the Farmer, the Nature-teacher, the Naturalist, April 1902


Now every field is clothed with grass, and every tree with leaves; now the woods put forth their blossoms, and the year assumes its gay attire. ~Virgil


First a howling blizzard woke us,
Then the rain came down to soak us,
And now before the eye can focus —
Crocus.
~Lilja Rogers, "Hocus Pocus," in The Saturday Evening Post, 1961


But days even earlier than these in April have a charm, — even days that seem raw and rainy.... There is a fascination in walking through these bare early woods, — there is such a pause of preparation, winter's work is so cleanly and thoroughly done. Everything is taken down and put away.... All else is bare, but prophetic: buds everywhere, the whole splendor of the coming summer concentrated in those hard little knobs on every bough... ~Thomas Wentworth Higginson, "April Days," 1861


Gentle Spring's around the corner,
      Waiting just to show her face
      And to bring us flowers and sunshine;
      Winter's almost run his race!
Be not, then, my friends, discouraged
      That there's cold and ice and sleet;
      For Springtime soon will be with us,
      And the flowers we will greet:
Daffodils, so bright and yellow,
      Hyacinths of varied hues,
      As they nod their heads, in gladness,
      Telling us they bring good news...
~Gertrude Tooley Buckingham, "Springtime," 1940s


Spring triumphs over winter (he always lets her win). ~Terri Guillemets


How wonderfully these pictures have caught the look of tentative spring—spring waiting for a single day to burst into living green. ~Alice Morse Earle, "In Lilac Tide," Old-Time Gardens Newly Set Forth, 1901


Spring-excitement has entered my body, my mind, the yard!
Love vibes everywhere, bees buzz in every color of blossom.
Winter stillness ceased, idle grass is greening, trees are leafing,
The hummingbirds and geckos are back, renewed life abounds.
Warmth magics the earth, little sweet-song'd birds chirp and fly
In a playground of budding branches with a deep blue elixir sky...
Earlier dawns light us awake with artful serenades of pink clouds,
Gorgeous late-afternoon sunshine is Octoberesque and calming
But with air golden'd by warming fervor, not Fall's cooling swelter.
Evening breeze perfumes of heaven, passion, newborn blooms.
We've been waiting all winter for open windows — yay & yippee!
~Terri Guillemets, "Springtime Distractions," 2016


You can't see Canada across lake Erie, but you know it's there. It's the same with spring. You have to have faith, especially in Cleveland. ~Paul Fleischman


Spring in verses
Verses in spring.
~Terri Guillemets


And when she sees the deeper suns
That usher in the happy May,
She sighs to think her time is past,
And weeps because she cannot stay;
So leaves her tears upon the grass,
And turns her face and glides away.
~Hannah R. Hudson, "April," The Atlantic Monthly, April 1868


Spring is so damn pink!
O yes, it's vibrantly green
and greenly vibrant too,
reds burst, oranges blaze,
yellows beam like the sun,
violet dazzles vivid delight,
blue paints the entire sky,
but the thing that thrills
my soul the most is that
Spring is so damn pink!
~Terri Guillemets



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