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

Mary Oliver
In Our Woods, Sometimes a Rare Music
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

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: Quotes, Thoughts, & a Little Poetry for Every Day of the Year

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

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

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

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

L.M. Montgomery
“Everything is made new in the spring. Springs themselves are always so new, too. No spring is ever just like any other spring. It always has something of its own to be its peculiar sweetness.”
L.M. Montgomery, Anne of the Island

Matt Goulding
“Like any great and good country, Japan has a culture of gathering- weddings, holidays, seasonal celebrations- with food at the core. In the fall, harvest celebrations mark the changing of the guard with roasted chestnuts, sweet potatoes, and skewers of grilled gingko nuts. As the cherry blossoms bloom, festive picnics called hanami usher in the spring with elaborate spreads of miso salmon, mountain vegetables, colorful bento, and fresh mochi turned pink with sakura petals.”
Matt Goulding, Rice, Noodle, Fish: Deep Travels Through Japan's Food Culture

Erin Forbes
“Spring has always been the dearest friend to me, with her voice like a feather tossed on the wind. With a tin pail of water in hand, I set out into the gardens grown in her warmth. A straw hat shields my cheek from the rosy stain of her sunlit kiss. When the work of the day is done, I find my little shelter in her embrace.”
Erin Forbes

Lailah Gifty Akita
“Springtime is the soul of grandeur strength.”
Lailah Gifty Akita

Richelle E. Goodrich
“Things I love about spring are these:
Blooming flowers on fruit-bearing trees.
Fire-red tulips—their first reveal—
Followed by sun-yellow daffodils.

Trees acquiring new coats of green.
Natural waterfalls glistening.
The chirps and melodies of birds.
Throaty ribbits of frogs overheard.

A passing whiff of mint to smell,
Oregano and basil as well.
Colorful butterflies with wings.
Fuzzy, industrious bees that sting.

Sunlight waning late in the day.
Warm breezes causing willows to sway.
Most of all, a sense of things new,
Including budding feelings for you.”
Richelle E. Goodrich, Being Bold: Quotes, Poetry, & Motivations for Every Day of the Year

“I sit by the window— the spring breeze fills my room with the smell of orange blossoms.”
Meeta Ahluwalia

I never expected he'd use a French cooking technique on common rice balls.
He's completely unconfined by country or style.
What an amazing freestyle cooking!
Not only that, Poêle is a technique made for cooking ingredients with thicker skins and rinds.
Both seer fish and salmon have good, thick skins, making them the perfect fish to use!
Soma realized that immediately...
... and then adjusted his dish to accommodate.
The pure white rice looks almost like little, gleaming flakes of snow.
The dark seer fish pushes its way up proudly through all that white...
... like the vitality of spring itself!
With this one simple dish...
... he has portrayed the moment of spring's beginning
Yuto Tsukuda, Food Wars!: Shokugeki no Soma, Vol. 2

The fish is grilled to delicate, flaky perfection...
The cabbage puree is an unusual choice...
... but its smooth texture and mild, sweet flavor compliment the seer fish beautifully.
In combination, the seer fish- in season in the spring- and the spring cabbage each magnify the deliciousness of the other.
It's a dish as gorgeous as a fresh spring day!

Yuto Tsukuda, Food Wars!: Shokugeki no Soma, Vol. 2

Carolyn Riker
“Quiet is the color
of midnight, juxtaposing
with the silence of an
unfolding spring’s mood.”
Carolyn Riker, My Dear, Love Hasn't Forgotten You

Ella Griffin
“Spring was coming. Lara could feel it hovering at the edges of the frigid air. The world was holding its breath. She loved to think of the smallest flowers making their way up through the frozen earth. Pale yellow celandines, pink-tipped daisies, the little white stars of the chamomile, the bright yellow faces of the dandelions.”
Ella Griffin, The Flower Arrangement

Joanne Harris
“Spring has come with little prelude, like turning a rocky corner into a valley, and gardens and borders have blossomed suddenly lush with daffodils, irises, tulips. Even the derelict houses of Les Marauds are touched with color, but here the ordered gardens have run to rampant eccentricity; a flowering elder growing from the balcony of a house overlooking the water, a roof carpeted with dandelions, violets poking out of a crumbling facade. Once-cultivated plants have reverted to their wild state, small leggy geraniums thrusting between hemlock-umbels, self-seeded poppies scattered at random and bastardized from their original red to orange to palest mauve. A few days' sunshine is enough to coax them from sleep; after the rain they stretch and raise their heads toward the light. Pull out a handful of these supposed weeds, and there are sages and irises, pinks and lavenders, under the docks and ragwort.”
Joanne Harris, Chocolat

Steven Magee
“By the time COVID-19 reached Tucson, Arizona, USA, it was springtime flowering season with 74 degrees warm and sunny days.”
Steven Magee

Alex Bledsoe
“Spring came down hard that year. And I do mean hard, like the fist of some drunken pike poker with too much fury and not enough ale, whose wife just left him for some wandering minstrel and whose commanding officer absconded with his pay.”
Alex Bledsoe, The Sword-Edged Blonde

“If winter was not exist, the spring would not be so pleasant”
Davan Yahya Khalil

“In the spring; Love blossoms,
eternal red, from the dreams of innocent roses.”
Sir Kristian Goldmund Aumann

Jennie Shortridge
“Plumes of white, pink, and purple blossoms offset the one hundred shades of green our little city is known for this time of year: lime, celery, and avocado, butter lettuce and kale, Granny Smith apple and broccoli and sage.”
Jennie Shortridge, Eating Heaven

Lailah Gifty Akita
“Springtime is soul of awakeness.”
Lailah Gifty Akita

Lailah Gifty Akita
“Springtime is the spirit of strength.”
Lailah Gifty Akita

“Everyday is brightly colored like spring when you meet the right person in life.”
Luffina Lourduraj

Lily Prior
“As the umbrellas went up in a sudden flowering, the sun came out, and we were glad. The pigeons flapped and scratched and cooed; there were shiny puddles on the sidewalk; dogs sniffed the freshly washed scents. Pink powder puffs hung from the trees; wind blew.
Poor bedraggled Rosa. The umbrella always seemed blow itself inside out. It was difficult to carry the packages from the market and the umbrella at the same time. I kept juggling. I wouldn't allow myself to drop the fresh eggs, no. Or the green cauliflower, ripe yet firm. The delicate rose-colored tuna wrapped in paper; silky skin, so tender to the touch.
It was essential to get to market early, before work, while everything was fresh, before it had been picked over and pawed by housewives. I loved my daily visits to the market, seeing all of nature's bounty beautifully arranged for me to choose from. The aroma of the fresh peas, mint, and basil mingled with the smell of raw meat hanging at the butcher's and reminded me of my early life on the farm.”
Lily Prior, La Cucina

Samantha Verant
Strawberry Gazpacho served in Chinese Spoons, garnished with Deep-Fried Goat Cheese and Basil

Zucchini Cakes with Lemon Prawns and Braised Wild Asparagus, garnished with Edible Flowers
Cream of Wild Asparagus Soup
Roasted Cauliflower and Beets with Capers, served over Spinach in a White Wine Lemon Sauce

Drunk Shrimp, Flambéed in Cognac, served over a Terrine of Tomatoes, Avocado, Strawberries, and Creamy Lemon Risotto
Confit du Canard, served with Roasted Baby Carrots and Sweet Sautéed Radishes
Bœuf en Croute with Foie Gras and Mushrooms, served with Grilled Wild Asparagus and Sweet Sautéed Radishes

Strawberries and Wild Asparagus, served over Arugula with a White Wine Vinaigrette

Selection of the Château's Cheeses

Crème Brûlée with a Trio of Strawberries and Cognac
Samantha Verant, The Secret French Recipes of Sophie Valroux

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