“It was Spring—Spring, when the whole creation feels blasé to drowsiness; cheerful to ecstasy. The cat forgets to pounce on the mice.” — Sōseki Natsume Copy Share Image
“When's the next star party?" "Spring" "Spring. Long time to wait." "The sky's not going anywhere.” — Jerry Spinelli Copy Share Image
The older I grow the more do I love spring and spring flowers. Is it so with you? — Emily Dickinson Copy Share Image
But now it was spring again, and spring was almost unbearable for sensitive hearts. It drove creation to its utmost limits, it… — Knut Hamsun Copy Share Image
“It’s as if Sarajevo is slowly dying, disappearing. Life is disappearing. So how can I feel spring, when spring is something that… — Zlata Filipović Copy Share Image
The air's warm with hopeful hints of spring in it. Spring would be a good time for an uprising, I think. Everyone… — Suzanne Collins Copy Share Image
“It was spring, the part of spring where the bursting is done, the held-in pressures of desiccated sap-veins and gum-sealed buds are… — Theodore Sturgeon Copy Share Image
“Spring, spring! Bytuene Mershe ant Averil, when spray biginneth to spring! When shaws be sheene and swards full fayre, and leaves both… — George Orwell Copy Share Image
Through winter-time we call on spring, And through the spring on summer call, And when the abounding hedges ring Declare that winter's… — William Butler Yeats Copy Share Image
Spring is about to spring. Persephone is coming back and the ice is groaning, about to break with the exquisite and deafening… — J. Christopher Stevens Copy Share Image
“How many a time have I stood watching the toads mating, or a pair of hares having a boxing match in the… — George Orwell Copy Share Image
“Though men in their hundreds of thousands had tried their hardest to disfigure that little corner of the earth where they had… — Leo Tolstoy Copy Share Image
