Springtime Quotes

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Mark Twain
“It's spring fever. That is what the name of it is. And when you've got it, you want—oh, you don't quite know what it is you do want, but it just fairly makes your heart ache, you want it so!”
Mark Twain

Then came the healing time, hearts started to shine, soul felt so fine, oh what
“Then came the healing time, hearts started to shine, soul felt so fine, oh what a freeing time it was.”
Aberjhani, Songs from the Black Skylark zPed Music Player

Roman Payne
“Did I live the spring I’d sought?
It’s true in joy, I walked along,
took part in dance,
and sang the song.
and never tried to bind an hour
to my borrowed garden bower;
nor did I once entreat
a day to slumber at my feet.

Yet days aren’t lulled by lyric song,
like morning birds they pass along,
o’er crests of trees, to none belong;
o’er crests of trees of drying dew,
their larking flight, my hands, eschew
Thus I’ll say it once and true…

From all that I saw,
and everywhere I wandered,
I learned that time cannot be spent,
It only can be squandered.”
Roman Payne, Rooftop Soliloquy

Richelle E. Goodrich
“Easter is…
Joining in a birdsong,
Eying an early sunrise,
Smelling yellow daffodils,
Unbolting windows and doors,
Skipping through meadows,
Cuddling newborns,
Hoping, believing,
Reviving spent life,
Inhaling fresh air,
Sprinkling seeds along furrows,
Tracking in the mud.
Easter is the soul’s first taste of spring.”
Richelle E. Goodrich, Making Wishes

Mary Oliver
“Every spring
I hear the thrush singing
in the glowing woods
he is only passing through.
His voice is deep,
then he lifts it until it seems
to fall from the sky.
I am thrilled.
I am grateful.
Then, by the end of morning,
he's gone, nothing but silence
out of the tree
where he rested for a night.
And this I find acceptable.
Not enough is a poor life.
But too much is, well, too much.
Imagine Verdi or Mahler
every day, all day.
It would exhaust anyone.”
Mary Oliver, A Thousand Mornings

Anton Chekhov
“The snow has not yet left the earth, but spring is already asking to enter your heart. If you have ever recovered from a serious illness, you will be familiar with the blessed state when you are in a delicious state of anticipation, and are liable to smile without any obvious reason. Evidently that is what nature is experiencing just now. The ground is cold, mud and snow squelches under foot, but how cheerful, gentle and inviting everything is! The air is so clear and transparent that if you were to climb to the top of the pigeon loft or the bell tower, you feel you might actually see the whole universe from end to end. The sun is shining brightly, and its playful, beaming rays are bathing in the puddles along with the sparrows. The river is swelling and darkening; it has already woken up and very soon will begin to roar. The trees are bare, but they are already living and breathing.”
Anton Chekhov, The Exclamation Mark

“And so the spring buds burst, and so I gaze,
And so the blossoms fall, and so my days ...”

Vivian Swift
It is the HOMELIEST month of the year. Most of it is MUD, Every Imaginable Form of MUD, and what isn't MUD in March is ugly late-season SNOW falling onto the ground in filthy muddy heaps that look like PILES of DIRTY LAUNDRY.”
Vivian Swift, When Wanderers Cease to Roam: A Traveler's Journal of Staying Put

Sebastian Barry
“SPRING COMES INTO Massachusetts with her famous flame. God’s breath warming the winter out of things”
Sebastian Barry, Days Without End

Pliny the Elder
“From the end spring new beginnings.”
Pliny the Elder

“And the birds sang their songs of love. And the flowers serenaded with their sublime fragrances. And the whole world fell in love in spring!”
Avijeet Das

“How fragile, how ephemeral in flight
This life -- for instance: butterfly, alight!”

Munia Khan
“Spring is the fountain of love for thirsty winter”
Munia Khan

Richelle E. Goodrich
“Lavender lilies all dotted with spots.
Sun-yellow daffodils clustered in pots.
Blue morning-glories climb trellises high.
Powder-white asters like stars in the sky.
Thick, pink peonies unfold in the sun.
Winter adieu now that spring has begun.”
Richelle E. Goodrich, Being Bold

C.S. Lewis
“Only five minutes later he noticed a dozen crocuses growing round the foot of an old tree- gold and purple and white. Then came a sound even more delicious than the sound of water. Close beside the path they were following, a bird suddenly chirped from the branch of a tree. It was answered by the chuckle of another bird a little further off. And then, as if that had been a signal, there was chattering and chirruping in every direction, and then a moment of full song, and within five minutes the whole wood was ringing with birds' music, and wherever Edmund's eyes turned he saw birds alighting on branches, or sailing overhead or chasing one another or having their little quarrels or tidying up their feathers with their beaks.
"Faster! Faster!" said the Witch.
There was no trace of the fog now. The sky became bluer and bluer, and now there were white clouds hurrying across it from time to time. In the wide glades there were primroses. A light breeze sprang up which scattered drops of moisture from the swaying branches and carried cool, delicious scents against the faces of the travelers. The trees began to come fully alive. The larches and birches were covered with green, the laburnums with gold. Soon the beech trees had put forth their delicate, transparent leaves. As the travelers walked under them the light also became green. A bee buzzed crossed their path.”
C.S. Lewis, The Lion, the Witch and the Wardrobe

Nithin Purple
“Ha! spring arrived on her sweet scented palanquin,carried by the spirited Zephyrus and his coir with their murmuring music undulated in its own softness and fondled the leaves to astir.”
Nithin Purple, Venus and Crepuscule: Beauty and Violence on Me Thrown

“Frühling ist, wenn du Sonne in dein Herz lässt.”
Nina Hrusa

Paula Brackston
“She gazed out at the seductive vista. The countryside was dressed in its prettiest May garb- everything budding or blooming or bursting out in the exuberance of late spring. For Laura, the landscape at thirteen hundred feet up a Welsh mountain was the perfect mix of reassuringly tamed and excitingly wild. In front of the house were lush, high meadows filled with sheep, the lambs plump from their mother's grass-rich milk. Their creamy little shapes bright and clean against the background of pea green. A stream tumbled down the hillside, disappearing into the dense oak woods at the far end of the fields, the ocher trunks fuzzy with moss. On either side of the narrow valley, the land rose steeply to meet the open mountain on the other side of the fence. Here young bracken was springing up sharp and tough to claim the hills for another season. Beyond, in the distance, more mountains rose and fell as far as the eye could see. Laura undid the latch and pushed open the window. She closed her eyes. A warm sigh of the wind carried the scent of hawthorn blossom from the hedgerow.”
Paula Brackston, Lamp Black, Wolf Grey

C.S. Lewis
“Every moment the patches of green grew bigger and the patches of snow grew smaller. Every moment more and more of the trees shook off their robes of snow. Soon, wherever you looked, instead of white shapes you saw the dark green of firs or the black prickly branches of bare oaks and beeches and elms. Then the mist turned from white to gold and presently cleared away altogether. Shafts of delicious sunlight struck down on to the forest floor and overhead you could see a blue sky between the tree tops.
Soon there were more wonderful things happening. Coming suddenly round a corner into a glade of silver birch trees Edmund saw the ground covered in all directions with little yellow flowers- celandines. The noise of water grew louder. Presently they actually crossed a stream. Beyond it they found snowdrops growing.”
C.S. Lewis, The Lion, the Witch and the Wardrobe

Sonya Watson
“If winter were a person, I would kill them. I would go to jail for sunshine, birds singing and the smell of fresh cut grass hmm fresh cut grass.”
Sonya Watson

Willem Lange
“Springtime to me used to mean doing things - bicycling, fishing, canoeing. Now it seems more like the fulfillment of a divine promise.”
Willem Lange, Tales from the Edge of the Woods

Willem Lange
“Perhaps, as with advancing age, the physical life becomes less important and yet, paradoxically, more precious, this green revolution against the temporary death of winter is a reminder that the earth, like our own lives, is a gift.”
Willem Lange, Tales from the Edge of the Woods

Kate Morton
“Winter passed, and the world around began to wake. The birds returned to the kingdom and set about readying their nests, deer could be seen once more grazing where the fields met the woods, and buds burst forth upon the branches of the kingdom's trees.”
Kate Morton, The Forgotten Garden

Mehmet Murat ildan
“Spring is the best life coach: It gives you all the energy you want, all the positive thoughts you wish and all the boldness you need!”
Mehmet Murat ildan

Susan Wiggs
“They basked in the sweet-scented breeze, and felt the sunshine warming their bare heads. Petals drifted from the gnarled apple and cherry trees, creating a pretty storm, like confetti. They lay together in the grass, watching a beetle trundling through the blades, its clumsy movements reminiscent of the soldiers' giant transport trucks. Birdsong filled the air, horse buses clopped through the street, and somewhere along the city docks, a ship's whistle blew. When it was time to go home, they packed everything into the basket and walked together, their clasped hands swinging between them. Annalise loved these perfect days with her mother, when the air was warm and the tulips and daffodils were coming up.”
Susan Wiggs, The Apple Orchard

Leen Lefebre
“No one on this earth simply succeeded in stopping feelings from running wild, and surely not because his or her thoughts wanted it badly.”
Leen Lefebre, Ebba, the first Easter Hare (SPRING)

Andrew Sean Greer
“In the suburbs of Delaware, spring meant not young love and damp flowers but an ugly divorce from winter and a second marriage to buxom summer.”
Andrew Sean Greer, Less

Karl Ove Knausgård
“The only ones who count are the living.”
Karl Ove Knausgård, Spring

Laura   Thomas
“Just as my body suddenly yearns for long walks in the warm sunshine, so, too, my soul yearns to be stretched and watered after a somewhat stagnant season of comfortable coziness.”
Laura Thomas

Chantel Acevedo
“The first World War had finally come to a close and it all seemed like springtime. I've learned since that it is in those moments, when one is lulled into hopefulness, that the sword drops onto one's head.”
Chantel Acevedo, The Distant Marvels

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