Spring Quotes

The errors of women spring, almost always, from their faith in the good, or their confidence in the true.

Honore de Balzac

No winter lasts forever; no spring skips its turn.

Hal Borland

Listen! John A. Logan is the Head Center, the Hub, the King Pin, the Main Spring, Mogul and Mugwump of the final plot by which partisanship was installed in the Commission.

Isaac Hill Bromley

A Spring returns, and they more youthful made; But Man grows old, lies down, remains where once he's laid.

Anne Bradstreet

Such cold mean flowers the spring puts forth betime, Before the sun hath thoroughly heat the clime.

Anne Bradstreet

I have done one brave thing - Than all the Worthies did; And yet a braver thence doth spring - Which is to keep that hid

John Donne

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

Margaret Atwood

When love came first to earth, the Spring Spread rose-beds to receive him.

Thomas Campbell

If we had no winter, the spring would not be so pleasant; if we did not sometimes taste of adversity, prosperity would not be so welcome.

Anne Bradstreet

The flowers of late winter and early spring occupy places in our hearts well out of proportion to their size.

Gertrude S. Wister

When you drink the water, remember the spring.

Chinese Proverb

What is more cheerful, now, in the fall of the year, than an open-wood-fire? Do you hear those little chirps and twitters coming out of that piece of apple-wood? Those are the ghosts of the robins and blue-birds that sang upon the bough when it was in blossom last Spring. In Summer whole flocks of them come fluttering about the fruit-trees under the window: so I have singing birds all the year round.

Thomas Bailey Aldrich

With the advent of spring and beginning of the new harvest season the creators of abundance, our peasants, come out to the fields to sow with good aspirations and hopes.

Islom Karimov

... the spring, the summer, The chilling autumn, angry winter, change Their wonted liveries; and the mazed world By their increase, now knows not which is which.

William Shakespeare

Spring is the season of gaiety, and winter of terror; in spring the heart of tranquility dances to the melody of the groves, and the eye of benevolence sparkles at the sight of happiness and plenty: in winter, compassion melts at universal calamity, and the tear of softness starts at the wailing of hunger and the cries of the creation in distress

Samuel Johnson
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