#Spring Quotes

“Well-apparel'd April on the heelOf limping Winter treads.”

“From you have I been absent in the spring,When proud pied April, dressed in all his trim,Hath put a spirit of youth in every thing.”

“In springtime, the only pretty ring time Birds sing, hey ding A-ding, a-ding Sweet lovers love the spring—”

“When daffodils begin to peer,With heigh! the doxy, over the dale,Why, then comes in the sweet o' the year;For the red blood reigns in the winter's pale.The white sheet bleaching on the hedge,With heigh! the sweet birds, O, how they sing!Doth set my pugging tooth on edge;For a quart of ale is a dish for a king.”

“What potent blood hath modest May.”

“Daughter of heaven and earth, coy Spring,With sudden passion languishing,Teaching barren moors to smile,Painting pictures mile on mile,Holds a cup of cowslip wreathsWhence a smokeless incense breathes.”

“It was a lover and his lass,With a hey, and a ho, and a hey nonino,That o'er the green corn-field did pass,In the spring time, the only pretty ring time,When birds do sing, hey ding a ding, ding;Sweet lovers love the spring.”

“Who are the violets nowThat strew the lap of the new-come spring?”

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

“Daffodils,That come before the swallow dares, and takeThe winds of March with beauty.”

“The spring without a leaf to toss, bare and bright like a virgin fierce in her chastity, scornful in her purity, was laid out on fields wide-eyed and watchful and entirely careless of what was done or thought by the beholders.”

“And all the woods are alive with the murmur and sound of Spring,And the rose-bud breaks into pink on the climbing briar,And the crocus-bed is a quivering moon of fireGirdled round with the belt of an amethyst ring.”

“(Soft petals, yes, but not so barren quite,Mingled with these, smooth bean and wrinkled pea;)And go along with you ere you lose sightOf what you came for and become like me,Slave to a springtime passion for the earth.How love burns through the Putting in the SeedOn through the watching for that early birthWhen, just as the soil tarnishes with weed,The sturdy seedling with arched body comesShouldering its way and shedding the earth crumbs.”

“Nature's first green is gold.”

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

“As every season seems best to us in its turn, so the coming in of spring is like the creation of Cosmos out of Chaos and the realization of the Golden Age.”

“No mortal is alert enough to be present at the first dawn of spring.”

“The first pleasant days of spring come out like a squirrel and go in again.”

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

“Spring. March fans it, April christens it, and May puts on its jacket and trousers.”

“Come with me into the woods where spring is advancing, as it does, no matter what, not being singular or particular, but one of the forever gifts, and certainly visible.”

“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!”

“When the ground was partially bare of snow, and a few warm days had dried its surface somewhat, it was pleasant to compare the first tender signs of the infant year just peeping forth with the stately beauty of the withered vegetation which had withstood the winterdecent weeds, at least, which widowed Nature wears.”

“One attraction in coming to the woods to live was that I should have leisure and opportunity to see the spring come in.”

“I stuck my head out the window this morning and spring kissed me bang in the face.”

“The bed of flowersLoosens amain,The beauteous snowdropsDroop o'er the plain.The crocus opensIts glowing bud,Like emeralds others,Others, like blood.With saucy gesturePrimroses flare,And roguish violets,Hidden with care;And whatsoeverThere stirs and strives,The Spring's contented,If works and thrives.”

“Tis now the twenty-third of march,And this warm sun takes out the starchOf winter's pinafore -Methinks The Very pasture gladly drinksA health to spring, and while it sipsIt faintly smacks a myriad lips.”

“The first sparrow of spring! The year beginning with younger hope than ever!... What at such a time are histories, chronologies, traditions, and all written revelations? The brooks sing carols and glees to the spring.”

“The first sparrow of spring! The year beginning with younger hope than ever!”

“Is the spring coming?" he said. "What is it like?"... "It is the sun shining on the rain and the rain falling on the sunshine.”

“Only in dreams of springShall I ever see againThe flowering of my cherry trees.”

“"It's so beautiful!" she said, a little breathless with her speed. "You never saw anything so beautiful! It has come! I thought it had come that other morning, but it was only coming. It is here now! It has come, the Spring!"”