“Clean air; bird song; fresh flowers; and the leaves unfurling on the twigs.” — Pierre D'Alverne Copy Share Image
Stronger than iron crueler than death sweeter than springtime it lives beyond breath — Juliet Marillier Copy Share Image
The only authority I respect is the one that causes butterflies to fly south in fall and north in springtime. — Tom Robbins Copy Share Image
I had not thought of violets of late, The wild, shy kind that springs beneath you feet In wistful April days. — Alice Dunbar Nelson Copy Share Image
Springtime is at hand. When will you ever bloom, if not here and now? — Angelus Silesius Copy Share Image
The Olympic Games are the quadrennial celebration of the springtime of humanity. — Pierre de Coubertin Copy Share Image
Daughter of heaven and earth, coy Spring, With sudden passion languishing, Teaching barren moors to smile, Painting pictures mile on mile, Holds… — Ralph Waldo Emerson Copy Share Image
The breath of springtime at this twilight hour Comes through the gathering glooms, And bears the stolen sweets of many a flower… — William C. Bryant Copy Share Image
“In Springtime, O Dionysos, To thy holy temple come, To Elis with thy Graces, Rushing with thy bull-foot, come, Noble Bull, Noble… — Plutarch Copy Share Image
Buttercups and daisies, Oh, the pretty flowers; Coming ere the spring time, To tell of sunny hours. When the trees are leafless;… — Mary Howitt Copy Share Image
It follows the seasons, beginning each year with the fond expectancy of springtime and ending with the hard facts of autumn. — Ken Burns Copy Share Image
It's a wonderful opportunity to be part of a child's growing up, which is always an endless springtime. You see the blossoming… — Harrison Ford Copy Share Image
Choose action, not rest. Choose the good in life in all things, and choose the opportunity as well as the chance to… — Jim Rohn Copy Share Image
Charity is like warmth in springtime or summer that causes grass, plants, and trees to grow. Without charity, or spiritual warmth, nothing… — Emanuel Swedenborg Copy Share Image
When an almond tree became covered with blossoms in the heart of winter, all the trees around it began to jeer. 'What… — Nikos Kazantzakis Copy Share Image
With passion, if you see the first asparagus of the springtime and you become passionate about it, so much the better, but… — Thomas Keller Copy Share Image
Beauty is a form of Genius--is higher, indeed, than Genius, as it needs no explanation. It is one of the great facts… — Oscar Wilde Copy Share Image
And fairy month of waking mirth From whom our joys ensue Thou early gladder of the earth Thrice welcome here anew With… — John Clare Copy Share Image
The morning air was like a new dress. That made her feel the apron tied around her waist. She untied it and… — Zora Neale Hurston Copy Share Image
You start in April and cross to the time of May One has you as it leaves, one as it comes Since… — Ovid Copy Share Image
When the clouds shake their hyssops, and the rain Like holy water falls upon the plain, 'Tis sweet to gaze upon the… — Francis Ledwidge Copy Share Image
“Winter passed, and the world around began to wake. The birds returned to the kingdom and set about readying their nests, deer… — Kate Morton Copy Share Image
“In Our Woods, Sometimes a Rare Music Every spring I hear the thrush singing in the glowing woods he is only passing… — Mary Oliver Copy Share Image
Do you know, we're right underneath Springtime Parish? This place is the opposite of springtime. Everything past prime, boarded up for the… — Catherynne M. Valente Copy Share Image
Yes, we could talk to you for days on end about all the bad first dates. Those are stories. Funny stories. Awkward… — David Levithan Copy Share Image
“Every moment the patches of green grew bigger and the patches of snow grew smaller. Every moment more and more of the… — C.S. Lewis Copy Share Image
A human life has seasons much as the earth has seasons, each time with its own particular beauty and power. And gift.… — Rachel Naomi Remen Copy Share Image
When we were in the woods beyond Gowbarrow Park we saw a few daffodils close to the waterside. But as we went… — Dorothy Wordsworth Copy Share Image
It is a thought as sweet as heaven to know that in the minds of each of us the may by the… — Eve Langley Copy Share Image
“The hour of spring was dark at last, sensuous memories of sunlight past, I stood alone in garden bowers and asked the… — Roman Payne Copy Share Image
