In the spring, at the end of the day, you should smell like dirt.
A little Madness in the Spring Is wholesome even for the King.
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!
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.
Spring is when life's alive in everything.
Spring is when you feel like whistling even with a shoe full of slush.
The day the Lord created hope was probably the same day he created Spring.
If we had no winter, the spring would not be so pleasant.
Science has never drummed up quite as effective a tranquilizing agent as a sunny spring day.
I stare out the window and wait for spring.
Spring is nature's way of saying, 'Let's party!'
No winter lasts forever; no spring skips its turn.
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.
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.
People ask me what I do in winter when there's no baseball. I'll tell you what I do. I stare out the window and wait for spring.
Everything is blooming most recklessly; if it were voices instead of colors, there would be an unbelievable shrieking into the heart of the night.
Spring has returned. The Earth is like a child that knows poems.
O, wind, if winter comes, can spring be far behind?
In the Spring, I have counted 136 different kinds of weather inside of 24 hours.
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.
If spring came but once a century instead of once a year, or
burst forth with the sound of an earthquake and not in
silence, what wonder and expectation there would be
in all the hearts to behold the miraculous change.
Winter is on my head, but eternal spring is in my heart.
Indoors or out, no one relaxes
In March, that month of wind and taxes,
The wind will presently disappear,
The taxes last us all the year.
Spring beckons! All things to the call respond; the trees are leaving and cashiers abscond.
Despite the forecast, live like it's Spring.
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