“Winter has frozen my heart. I can’t wait to drink a glass of spring.” — Bhuwan Thapaliya Copy Share Image
It is better to remember our love as it was in the springtime. — Bess Streeter Aldrich Copy Share Image
March is a tomboy with tousled hair, a mischievous smile, mud on her shoes and a laugh in her voice. — Hal Borland Copy Share Image
April prepares her green traffic light and the world thinks Go. — Christopher Morley Copy Share Image
We need spring. We need it desperately, and, usually, we need it before God is willing to give it to us. — Peter Gzowski Copy Share Image
For in spite of the snapdragons and the duty millers and the cherry blossoms, it was always winter. — Janet Frame Copy Share Image
I have seen the Lady April bringing the daffodils, Bringing the springing grass and the soft warm April rain. — John Masefield Copy Share Image
It's a wonderful opportunity to be part of a child's growing up, which is always an endless springtime. You see the blossoming… — Harrison Ford Copy Share Image
On the approach of spring, I withdraw without reluctance from the noisy and extensive scene of crowds without company, and dissipation without… — Edward Gibbon Copy Share Image
“Springtime is my favorite. Winter is so cold and miserable but if we just keep going, if we just keep waiting, the… — Shannon Guymon Copy Share Image
From some home a jade flute sends dark notes drifting, Scattering on the spring wind that fills Lo-yang. Tonight, if we should… — Li Bai Copy Share Image
Springtime is a season we tend to forget as we grow older, and yet far back in our memories, like the landscape… — Kay Boyle Copy Share Image
I sing of brooks, of blossoms, birds, and bowers: Of April, May, or June, and July flowers. I sing of Maypoles, Hock-carts,… — Robert Herrick Copy Share Image
President Bush said global warming is happening much quicker than he thought, and then his staff pulled him aside and said 'It's… — Jay Leno Copy Share Image
Yesterday the twig was brown and bare; To-day the glint of green is there; Tomorrow will be leaflets spare; I know no… — Liberty Hyde Bailey Copy Share Image
“Lavender lilies all dotted with spots. Sun-yellow daffodils clustered in pots. Blue morning-glories climb trellises high. Powder-white asters like stars in the… — Richelle E. Goodrich Copy Share Image
Desert springtime, with flowers popping up all over the place, trees leafing out, streams gushing down from the mountains. Great time of… — Edward Abbey Copy Share Image
True variety is in that plenitude of real and unexpected elements, in the branch charged with blue flowers thrusting itself, against all… — Marcel Proust Copy Share Image
Lord of the springtime, Father of flower, field and fruit, smile on us in these earnest days when the work is heavy… — W. E. B. Du Bois Copy Share Image
The April rain, the April rain, Comes slanting down in fitful showers, Then from the furrow shoots the grain, And banks are… — Mathilde Blind Copy Share Image
In April, we cannot see sunflowers in France, so we might say the sunflowers do not exist. But the local farmers have… — Nhat Hanh Copy Share Image
It was autumn, the springtime of death. Rain spattered the rotting leaves, and a wild wind wailed. Death was singing in the… — Tom Robbins Copy Share Image
I think that the Almighty gave springtime to a tired world so that its peoples might know rest. I think that He… — Margaret Elizabeth Sangster Copy Share Image
“The hour of spring was dark at last, sensuous memories of sunlight past, I stood alone in garden bowers and asked the… — Roman Payne Copy Share Image
“They basked in the sweet-scented breeze, and felt the sunshine warming their bare heads. Petals drifted from the gnarled apple and cherry… — Susan Wiggs Copy Share Image
Many animals even now spring out of the soil, Coalescing from the rains and the heat of the sun. Small wonder, then,… — Lucretius Copy Share Image
Marriages are always moving from one season to another. Sometimes we find ourselves in winter--discouraged, detached, and dissatisfied; other times we experience… — Gary Chapman Copy Share Image
I've just been playing the Trout Quintet on the phonograph. Listening to the andantino makes me want to be a trout myself.… — Sophie Scholl Copy Share Image
“Kitchens have their seasons. And in this subterranean world, hidden from rainstorms and eager winds, is a world of wheat, wine and… — Caroline Eden Copy Share Image
“Springtime in Turkey and the South Caucasus is idealized for good reason. Valleys are carpeted with wildflowers and the land is one… — Caroline Eden Copy Share Image
“Not to waste the spring I threw down everything, And ran into the open world To sing what I could sing... To… — Roman Payne Copy Share Image
For what is the program of the bourgeois parties? A bad poem on springtime, filled to bursting with metaphors. — Walter Benjamin Copy Share Image
Love is a springtime plant that perfumes everything with its hope, even the ruins to which it clings. — Gustave Flaubert Copy Share Image
