Spring Quotes

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"O, wind, if winter comes, can spring be far behind?"
Percy Bysshe Shelley



"You can cut all the flowers but you cannot keep spring from coming."
Pablo Neruda



"Behold, my friends, the spring is come; the earth has gladly received the embraces of the sun, and we shall soon see the results of their love."
Sitting Bull



"I love feeling the crispness of fall and the sensuality of spring."
Christopher Meloni



"Designers want me to dress like spring, in billowing things. I don't feel like spring. I feel like a warm red autumn."
Marilyn Monroe



"The beautiful spring came; and when nature resumes her loveliness, the human soul is apt to revive also."
Harriet Ann Jacobs



"With the coming of spring, I am calm again. Gustav Mahler"
Gustav Mahler



"Where man sees but withered leaves, God sees sweet flowers growing."
Albert Laighton



 


"Autumn is a second spring when every leaf is a flower."
Albert Camus



"Spring is the time of plans and projects."
Leo Tolstoy



"Every spring is the only spring, a perpetual astonishment."
Ellis Peters



"Autumn arrives in early morning, but spring at the close of a winter day."
Elizabeth Bowen



"In the spring, at the end of the day, you should smell like dirt."
Margaret Atwood



"I trust in nature for the stable laws of beauty and utility. Spring shall plant and autumn garner to the end of time."
Robert Browning



"The first day of spring is one thing, and the first spring day is another. The difference between them is sometimes as great as a month."
Henry Van Dyke



"Spring is nature's way of saying, 'Let's party!' "
Robin Williams



"The day the Lord created hope was probably the same day he created spring."
Bernard Williams



"Spring shows what God can do with a drab and dirty world."
Virgil A. Kraft



"Now every field is clothed with grass, and every tree with leaves; now the woods put forth their blossoms, and the year assumes its gay attire."
Virgil



"The cool wind blew in my face and all at once I felt as if I had shed dullness from myself. Before me lay a long gray line with a black mark down the center. The birds were singing. It was spring."
Burl Ives


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