First Day Of Spring Quotes

From the end spring new beginnings.

I suppose the best kind of spring morning is the best weather God has to offer.

Spring is the time of plans and projects.

Spring, when the earth tilts closer to the sun, runs a strict timetable of flowers.

If people did not love one another, I really don't see what use there would be in having any spring.

Despite the forecast, live like it's Spring.

The beautiful spring came; and when Nature resumes her loveliness, the human soul is apt to revive also.

The first day of spring was once the time for taking the young virgins into the fields, there in dalliance to set an example in fertility for nature to follow. Now we just set the clocks an hour ahead and change the oil in the crankcase.

A man has every season while a woman only has the right to spring.

The first day of spring is known as the vernal equinox. The equinox is special. It only happens twice a year, like a good night in ratings for NBC.

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!

In the Spring, I have counted 136 different kinds of weather inside of 24 hours.

One swallow does not make a summer, but one skein of geese, cleaving the murk of March thaw, is the Spring.

It's the first day of spring. That means this weekend I'll take down my Christmas lights.

What a strange thing! to be alive beneath cherry blossoms.

I miss the Swedish women on the first day of spring cause they all just blossom in the most incredible way.

It was one of those March days when the sun shines hot and the wind blows cold: when it is summer in the light, and winter in the shade.

I enjoy the spring more than the autumn now. One does, I think, as one gets older.

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

Science has never drummed up quite as effective a tranquilizing agent as a sunny spring day.

The naked earth is warm with Spring, And with green grass and bursting trees Leans to the sun's kiss glorying, And quivers in the sunny breeze.

I love spring anywhere, but if I could choose I would always greet in a garden.

All through the long winter, I dream of my garden. On the first day of spring, I dig my fingers deep into the soft earth. I can feel its energy, and my spirits soar.

The only thing that could spoil a day was people. People were always the limiters of happiness except for the very few that were as good as spring itself.

The sun was warm but the wind was chill. You know how it is with an April day.

Spring is when you feel like whistling even with a shoe full of slush.

For lo, the winter is past, the rain is over and gone; the flowers appear on the earth; the time of the singing of birds is come, and the voice of the turtledove is heard in our land.

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.

I think that no matter how old or infirm I may become, I will always plant a large garden in the spring. Who can resist the feelings of hope and joy that one gets from participating in nature's rebirth?

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

Every spring is the only spring, a perpetual astonishment.

April ... hath put a spirit of youth in everything.

The day the Lord created hope was probably the same day he created Spring.

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

Sweet April showers do spring May flowers.

Spring has returned. The Earth is like a child that knows poems.

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

No man can taste the fruits of autumn while he is delighting his scent with the flowers of spring.

To be interested in the changing seasons is a happier state of mind than to be hopelessly in love with spring.

No winter lasts forever; no spring skips its turn.

No spring nor summer beauty hath such grace as I have seen in one autumnal face.

Think of the sound you make when you let go after holding your breath for a very, very long time. Think of the gladdest sound you know: the sound of dawn on the first day of spring break, the sound of a bottle of Coke opening, the sound of a crowd cheering in your ears because you're coming down to the last part of a race--and you're ahead. Think of the sound of water over stones in a cold stream, and the sound of wind through green trees on a late May afternoon in Central Park. Think of the sound of a bus coming into the station carrying someone you love. Then put all those together.

If we had no winter, the spring would not be so pleasant.

If we had not winter, the spring would not be so pleasant; if we did not sometimes taste of adversity, prosperity would not be so welcome.

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!