The naked earth is warm with Spring, And with green grass and bursting trees Leans to the sun's kiss glorying, And quivers… — Julian Grenfell Copy Share Image
O Day after day we can't help growing older. Year after year spring can't help seeming younger. Come let's enjoy our winecup… — Wang Wei Copy Share Image
Grace is the permanent climate of divine kindness; the perennial infusion of springtime into the winter of bleakness. — John O'Donohue Copy Share Image
If all flowers wanted to be roses, nature would lose her springtime beauty and the fields would no longer be decked out… — Therese of Lisieux Copy Share Image
Mathematical discoveries, like springtime violets in the woods, have their season which no human can hasten or retard. — Carl Friedrich Gauss Copy Share Image
The weather here is gorgeous. It's mild and feels like it's in the eighties. The hot dog vendors got confused because of… — David Letterman Copy Share Image
Darling -- I suppose the world would consider us absolutely crazy, but it is wonderful to feel that way, isn't it? Sort… — Rachel Carson Copy Share Image
Beauty ...is of the great facts in the world like sunlight, or springtime, or the reflection in dark water of that silver… — Oscar Wilde Copy Share Image
When I was a kid growing up, we had a cherry tree in the backyard, 100 years old. I climbed it, and… — Andrew Wyatt Copy Share Image
The roofs are shining from the rain, The sparrows twitter as they fly, And with a windy April grace The little clouds… — Sara Teasdale Copy Share Image
The air and the earth interpenetrated in the warm gusts of spring; the soil was full of sunlight, and the sunlight full… — Willa Cather Copy Share Image
The life of the earth comes up with a rush in the springtime. All the wild seeds of weed and thistle, the… — Laura Ingalls Wilder Copy Share Image
...a chasm opened in the earth and out of it coal-black horses sprang, drawing a chariot and driven by one who had… — Edith Hamilton Copy Share Image
This spring as it comes bursts up in bonfires green, Wild puffing of emerald trees, and flame-filled bushes, Thorn-blossom lifting in wreaths… — D. H. Lawrence Copy Share Image
The afternoon is bright, with spring in the air, a mild March afternoon, with the breath of April stirring, I am alone… — Antonio Machado Copy Share Image
Beneath these fruit-tree boughs that shed Their snow-white blossoms on my head, With brightest sunshine round me spread Of spring's unclouded weather,… — William Wordsworth Copy Share Image
I've lived all over the country - Michigan, California, Texas, New Jersey, Rhode Island and, now, Maine - but I never understood… — Sue Hubbell Copy Share Image
The last fling of winter is over ... The earth, the soil itself, has a dreaming quality about it. It is warm… — Donald C. Peattie Copy Share Image
I don't believe the half I hear, Nor the quarter of what I see! But I have one faith, sublime and true,… — Carolyn Wells Copy Share Image
It is in this unearthly first hour of spring twilight that earth's almost agonized livingness is most felt. This hour is so… — Elizabeth Bowen Copy Share Image
“The plants and animals all around us were waking from a long sleep, and our yard was slowly transformed into a carpet… — Arlene Stafford-Wilson Copy Share Image
I have always tried to hide my efforts and wished my works to have a light joyousness of springtime which never lets… — Henri Matisse Copy Share Image
The year is ended, and it only adds to my age; Spring has come, but I must take leave of my home.… — Su Ting Copy Share Image
You are the promised kiss of springtime that makes the lonely winter seem long. You are the breathless hush of evening that… — Frank Sinatra Copy Share Image
The apostle Paul never seemed to exhaust the topic of grace - what makes us think we can? He just kept coming… — Max Lucado Copy Share Image
You have to take springtime on its own terms in the Ozarks: there is no other way. It can't be predicted. It… — Sue Hubbell Copy Share Image
What delights us in the spring is more a sensation than an appearance, more a hope than any visible reality. There is… — Philip Gilbert Hamerton Copy Share Image
I return to the newborn world, and the soft-soil fields, What their first birthing lifted to the shores Of light, and trusted… — Lucretius Copy Share Image
Nothing endures except change; nothing is constant except death. Every heartbeat wounds us, and life would be an eternal bleeding to death,… — Ludwig Borne Copy Share Image
Come warm weather, I'm going to take a kid fishing; I hope you do to. But nothing would make me happier than… — Gene Hill Copy Share Image
It was cold and windy, scarcely the day to take a walk on that long beach Everything was withdrawn as far as… — Elizabeth Bishop Copy Share Image
(Soft petals, yes, but not so barren quite, Mingled with these, smooth bean and wrinkled pea;) And go along with you ere… — Robert Frost Copy Share Image
Hope. It's like a drop of honey, a field of tulips blooming in the springtime. It's a fresh rain, a whispered promise,… — Tahereh Mafi Copy Share Image
Seventy-five years. That's how much time you get if you're lucky. Seventy-five years. Seventy-five winters, seventy-five springtimes, seventy-five summers, and seventy-five autumns.… — Eddie Murphy Copy Share Image
And you're headed to a place with no bath and no shower. So you can just imagine how crazy it is to… — Mike Mullane Copy Share Image
Because God is full of life, I imagine each morning Almighty God says to the sun, "Do it again"; and every evening… — Fulton J. Sheen Copy Share Image
I suddenly recall the arpeggios of laughter lilting across the tender, springtime grass-gay-welling, far-floating, fluent, spontaneous, a bell-like feminine fluting, then suppressed;… — Ralph Ellison Copy Share Image
The sun was warm but the wind was chill. You know how it is with an April day. When the sun is… — Robert Frost Copy Share Image
From the moment of my birth, the angels of anxiety, worry, and death stood at my side, followed me out when I… — Edvard Munch Copy Share Image
I grew up on a farm, so there were rifles around. Every March around springtime, there's a big hunt that goes on,… — Joseph Mawle Copy Share Image
