Love is a springtime plant that perfumes everything with…

It is better to remember our love as it was in the springtime.

— Bess Streeter Aldrich

“The sight of so many ruins destroys any desire to build shanties; all this ancient dust makes one indifferent to fame.”

— Gustave Flaubert

Hark, I hear a robin calling! List, the wind is from the south! And the orchard-bloom is falling Sweet as kisses on the mouth.…

— Lucy Maud Montgomery

“In Springtime, O Dionysos, To thy holy temple come, To Elis with thy Graces, Rushing with thy bull-foot, come, Noble Bull, Noble Bull”

— Plutarch

Don't tell me about the world. Not today. It's springtime and they're knocking baseball around fields where the grass is damp and green in…

— Pete Hamill

For what is the program of the bourgeois parties? A bad poem on springtime, filled to bursting with metaphors.

— Walter Benjamin

I had not thought of violets of late, The wild, shy kind that springs beneath you feet In wistful April days.

— Alice Dunbar Nelson

I have always tried to hide my efforts and wished my works to have a light joyousness of springtime which never lets anyone suspect…

— Henri Matisse

Spring with its wavin' green grass and heaps of sweet-smellin' flowers on every hill and in every dale.

— Roy Bean

But (Peresphone) was like, the goddess of flowers." Grover looked offended. "Springtime.

— Rick Riordan

“Spring comes into Massachusetts with her famous flame. God’s breath warming the winter out of things”

— Sebastian Barry

The air is like a butterfly With frail blue wings. The happy earth looks at the sky And sings.

— Joyce Kilmer

Buttercups and daisies, Oh, the pretty flowers; Coming ere the spring time, To tell of sunny hours. When the trees are leafless; When the…

— Mary Howitt

Marriages are always moving from one season to another. Sometimes we find ourselves in winter--discouraged, detached, and dissatisfied; other times we experience springtime, with…

— Gary Chapman

“They basked in the sweet-scented breeze, and felt the sunshine warming their bare heads. Petals drifted from the gnarled apple and cherry trees, creating…

— Susan Wiggs