The beauteous eyes of the spring's fair night With comfort are downward gazing. — Heinrich Heine Copy Share Image
Throughout the season, you have days when you are more fortunate than others. — Ernesto Valverde Copy Share Image
Well, you've got to be known for something. The danger of extreme versatility is that you don't spring to mind for anything. — Julian Fellowes Copy Share Image
So complex is the human spirit that it can itself scarce discern the deep springs which impel it to action. — Arthur Conan Doyle Copy Share Image
Why I so much prefer autumn to spring is that in the autumn one looks at heaven--in the spring at the earth. — Soren Kierkegaard Copy Share Image
“Gardening really has no beginning and no end. In particular, pleasures of the sense of smell really know no seasons,” Tovah Martin” — Sarah Ban Breathnach Copy Share Image
Canadians complain too much. 'I like seasons.' So do I; that's why I live in a place that skips the [unpleasant] ones. — Daniel Tosh Copy Share Image
My mom named me Pom because she said it sounded like a combination of Korean words that mean 'spring' and 'tiger.' So,… — Pom Klementieff Copy Share Image
“spring, and break thy backbone! Why don't ye spring, I say, all of ye—spring! Quohog! spring, thou chap with the red whiskers;… — Herman Melville Copy Share Image
Those were some of the best seasons that we had. Hopefully the same trend will happen again this year. — Paul Wall Copy Share Image
Lily Brown writes with and against things in poems that are coiled up tight as springs (or snakes). A believer in the… — Rae Armantrout Copy Share Image
Press on! If Fortune play thee false To-day, tomorrow she'll be true; Whom now she sinks she now exalts, Taking old gifts… — Benjamin Copy Share Image
Then followed that beautiful season... Summer… Filled was the air with a dreamy and magical light; and the landscape Lay as if… — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share Image
“The dim grass stirs with your footstep, The blue dusk throbs with your smile; I and the world of glory Are one… — Rosamund Marriott Watson Copy Share Image
“Summer was our best season: it was sleeping on the back screened porch in cots, or trying to sleep in the treehouse;… — Harper Lee Copy Share Image
The fountain has not played itself out, the Flame still shines, the River still flows, the Spring still bubbles forth, the Light… — R. D. Laing Copy Share Image
In the eternal lazy morning of the Pacific, days slip away into months, months into years; the seasons are reduced to the… — Christopher Isherwood Copy Share Image
The wind is tossing the lilacs, The new leaves laugh in the sun, And the petals fall on the orchard wall, But… — Sara Teasdale Copy Share Image
One time in spring training, we had the hit-and-run on, and Carl Erskine threw me a curve and I struck out into… — Whitey Herzog Copy Share Image
All were happy - plants, birds, insects and children. But grown-up people - adult men and women - never left off cheating… — Leo Tolstoy Copy Share Image
“We want the spring to come and the winter to pass. We want whoever to call or not call, a letter, a… — Maria Howe Copy Share Image
Time passes, as the novelist says. The single most useful trick of fiction for our repair and refreshment: the defeat of time.… — Richard Powers Copy Share Image
I struggle with enormous discrepancies: between the reality of motherhood and the image of it, between my love for my home and… — Sally Mann Copy Share Image
My parents would drive us to Florida every spring in this big old, rusy Suburban, and we'd collect stuff on the beach… — Anthony Doerr Copy Share Image
The first week of August hangs at the very top of summer, the top of the live-long year, like the highest seat… — Natalie Babbitt Copy Share Image
When winter stern, his gloomy front uprears, A sable void the barren earth appears; The meads no more their former verdure boast,… — George Crabbe Copy Share Image
I like the idea of shows where I don't know where I'll be at the end of the season. — Amy Acker Copy Share Image
For him in vain the envious seasons roll, Who bears eternal summer in his soul. — Anonymous Copy Share Image