Have I not reason to lament What man has made of man?

We began as mineral. We emerged into plant life, and into the animal state, and then into being human, and always we have forgotten…

— Rumi

I had always planned to make a large painting of the early spring, when the first leaves are at the bottom of the trees,…

— David Hockney

“One soft humid early spring morning driving a winding road across Mount Tamalpais, the 2,500-foot mountain just north of the Golden Gate Bridge, a…

— Rebecca Solnit

“She was perhaps seventeen when it happened. She was in Central Park, in New York. It was too warm for such an early spring…

— Theodore Sturgeon

“THE DREAM THAT MUST BE INTERPRETED This place is a dream. Only a sleeper considers it real. Then death comes like dawn, and you…

— Rumi

“When the time is ripe for certain things, these things appear in different places in the manner of violets coming to light in early…

— Farkas Bolyai

“Because the students were needed in the fields from early spring when the cotton was planted until after most of the cotton had been…

— Mildred D. Taylor

And much it grieved my heart to think What man has made of man.

— William Wordsworth

“Our room swallowed light whole. Even in summer when sunlight glared through the windows, it was somehow dim inside. Now it was only Easter…

— Mason West

“It's early spring, some late or early hour with Orion toppling backward onto the serrated edge of the mountains and not crying out but…

— Peter Heller

“Lines Written In Early Spring I heard a thousand blended notes, While in a grove I sate reclined, In that sweet mood when pleasant…

— William Wordsworth

Through primrose tufts, in that sweet bower, The periwinkle trailed its wreaths; And 'tis my faith that every flower Enjoys the air it breathes.

— William Wordsworth

“It was early spring, 326 BC, in the beautiful city of Chersonesus protected by a haunting deep blue sea and a giant wall. Today…

— Destin Bays

Walking around an early spring garden- going nowhere.

— Kyoshi Takahama

“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