the spring air just on the cold side of perfect, the…

“The afternoon light brightening the green in her eyes, her tan skin the last memory of fall”

— John Green

There's so much spring in the air- there's so much lazy sweetness in your heart.

— F. Scott Fitzgerald

That there is a Spring, or Elastical power in the Air we live in. By which ελατνρ [elater] or Spring of the Air, that…

— Robert Boyle

“She threw open the window to breathe in the spring air, heavy with the sweet perfume of roses and heather. To her right was…

— Karen Ranney

Every intoxicating delight of early spring was in the air. The breeze that fanned her cheek was laden with subtle perfume and the crisp,…

— Gene Stratton-Porter

“The afternoon light cast long shadows across the ground,”

— Patrick Wong

“Instead, he was astonished by what he had: the chance to sit beside this woman in the late afternoon light while she read.”

— Ann Patchett

“Here was the same murmuring quiet, broken only by an occasional whisper, the faint thud of a librarian stamping books or overdue notices, the…

— Stephen King

How swiftly the strained honey of afternoon light flows into darkness and the closed bud shrugs off its special mystery in order to break…

— Lisel Mueller

The snow was too light to stay, the ground too warm to keep it. And the strange spring snow fell only in that golden…

— Shannon Hale

A Light exists in Spring Not present on the Year At any other period - When March is scarcely here A Color stands abroad…

— Emily Dickinson

The American spring is by no means so agreeable as the American autumn; both move with faltering step, and slow; but this lingering pace,…

— Frances Trollope

Spring training means flowers, people coming outdoors, sunshine, optimism and baseball. Spring training is a time to think about being young again.

— Ernie Banks

The spring came suddenly, bursting upon the world as a child bursts into a room, with a laugh and a shout and hands full…

— Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

This, at last, was where things were as they ought to be. Everything was in its place -- the tree, the earth underneath, the…

— Jean Liedloff