The spring came suddenly, bursting upon the world as a…

That awkward moment when a parent bursts into the room and you switch tabs faster than lightning.

— Anonymous

If spring came but once a century instead of once a year, or burst forth with the sound of an earthquake and not in…

— Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Thus, seamed with many scars Bursting these prison bars, Up to its native stars My soul ascended! There from the flowing bowl Deep drinks…

— Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

“Redemption, he thought. Spring came no matter how dark and cruel the winter might be.”

— Linda Lafferty

“Spring came early that year and the sweet warm nights made her restless. She walked up and down the streets and through the park.…

— Betty Smith

The beautiful spring came; and when Nature resumes her loveliness, the human soul is apt to revive also.

— Harriet Ann Jacobs

“Redemption, he thought. Spring came no matter how dark and cruel the winter might be. Jakub”

— Linda Lafferty

“The spring came suddenly; the rains stopped, the days grew noticeably longer, and the afternoon light felt powdery, as if it might blow away.”

— Jane Mendelsohn

In our city spring came from the sky, not from the soil, which was ruled by stone that recognizes no seasonal change. The change…

— Ismail Kadaré

“It was one of those sneaky days in late winter where spring came along to get a lay of the land.”

— Dennis Lehane

The Summer had died peacefully in its sleep, and Autumn, as soft-spoken executrix, was locking life up safely until Spring came to claim it.

— Kurt Vonnegut

“Spring came slowly to the Bronx with a lot of rain & soft water-color tree blossoms.”

— Suzanne Palmieri

“It was a night of early spring, The winter-sleep was scarcely broken; Around us shadows and the wind Listened for what was never spoken.…

— Sara Teasdale

“When spring came, even the false spring, there were no problems except where to be happiest. The only thing that could spoil a day…

— Ernest Hemingway

In the autumn I gathered all my sorrows and buried them in my garden. And when April returned and spring came to wed the…

— Khalil Gibran