SPRING QUOTES V
quotations about spring
I'm as restless as a willow in a windstorm
I'm as jumpy as a puppet on a string
I'd say that I had spring fever
But I know it isn't spring
OSCAR HAMMERSTEIN II
"It Might As Well Be Spring"
April hath put a spirit of youth in everything.
WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE
"Sonnet XCVIII"
Daughter of Heaven and Earth, coy Spring,
With sudden passion languishing,
Teaching Barren moors to smile,
Painting pictures mile on mile,
Holds a cup with cowslip-wreaths,
Whence a smokeless incense breathes.
RALPH WALDO EMERSON
May-Day
Once there was a thing called spring
When the world was writing verses like yours and mine
All the lads and girls would sing
When we sat at little tables and drank May wine
Now April, May, and June are sadly out of tune
Life has stuck a pin in the balloon
Spring is here! Why doesn't my heart go dancing?
Spring is here! Why isn't the waltz entrancing?
No desire, no ambition leads me
Maybe it's because nobody needs me?
Spring is here! Why doesn't the breeze delight me?
Stars appear! Why doesn't the night invite me?
Maybe it's because nobody loves me
Spring is here, I hear!
FRANK SINATRA
"Spring Is Here"
Then the grass at your door grows into the color of the sprouting grain, and the buds upon the lilacs swell and burst. The peaches bloom upon the wall, and the plums wear bodices of white. The sparkling oriole picks string for his hammock on the sycamore, and the sparrows twitter in pairs. The old elms throw down their dingy flowers, and color their spray with green; and the brooks, where you throw your worm or the minnow, float down whole fleets of the crimson blossoms of the maple. Finally the oaks step into the opening quadrille of spring, with grayish tufts of a modest verdure, which by-and-by will be long and glossy leaves. The dogwood pitches his broad, white tent in the edge of the forest; the dandelions lie along the hillocks, like stars in a sky of green; and the wild cherry, growing in all the hedge-rows, without other culture than God's, lifts up to Him thankfully its tremulous white fingers.
DONALD G. MITCHELL
"Spring", Dream Life: A Fable of the Seasons
The old chroniclers made the year begin in the season of frosts; and they have launched us upon the current of the months from the snowy banks of January. I love better to count time from spring to spring; it seems to me far more cheerful to reckon the year by blossoms than by blight.
DONALD G. MITCHELL
"Spring", Dream Life: A Fable of the Seasons
Like junior high, spring will always be for me a season of possibility, exuberance and awakening, of colors and scents and crushes so tender you know they can't last, but while they do you are present in them and they are a present to you.
LORNA LANDVIK
"Spring is a time for love in first bloom", Minneapolis Star Tribune, April 18, 2017