Spring Quotes - Page 35

• The breath of springtime at this twilight hour
  Comes through the gathering glooms,
  And bears the stolen sweets of many a flower
  Into my silent rooms.

  William C. Bryant

  Sweet, Flower, Twilight

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• Oh! if you could only hear Intemperance with drunkards' bones drumming on the top of the wine cask the Dead March of immortal souls, you would go home and kneel down and pray God that rather than your children should ever become the victims of this evil habit, you might carry them out to Greenwood and put them down in the last slumber, waiting for the flowers of spring to come over the grave-sweet prophecies of the resurrection. God hath a balm for such a Wound, but what flower of comfort ever grew on the blasted heath of a drunkard's sepulcher?

  Thomas De Witt Talmage

  Sweet, Children, Flower

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• life is the greatest gift that could ever be conceived ... A daffodil pushing up through the dark earth to the spring, knowing somehow deep in its roots that spring and light and sunshine will come, has more courage and more knowledge of the value of life than any human being I've met.

  Madeleine L'Engle

  Life, Sunshine, Dark

  Madeleine L'Engle (1981). “Camilla”, Doubleday

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• We need the rock of the past under our feet in order to spring forward into the future.

  Madeleine L'Engle

  Past, Rocks, Order

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• O rose! the sweetest blossom,
  Of spring the fairest flower,
  O rose! the joy of heaven.
  The god of love, with roses
  His yellow locks adorning,
  Dances with the hours and graces.

  James Gates Percival

  Flower, Yellow, Rose

  James Gates Percival, Erasmus Darwin North (1866). “The Poetical Works of James Gates Percival: With a Biographical Sketch”, p.494

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• Sneering springs out of the wish to deny; and wretched must that state of mind be that wishes to take refuge in doubt.

  Letitia Elizabeth Landon

  Doubt, Mind, Wish

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• God's love gives in such a way that it flows from a Father's heart, the well-spring of all good. The heart of the giver makes the gift dear and precious; as among ourselves we say of even a trifling gift, "It comes from a hand we love," and look not so much at the gift as at the heart.

  Martin Luther

  Father, Heart, Hands

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• When every brake hath found its note, and sunshine smiles in every flower.

  Edward Everett

  Flower, Sunshine, Found

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• Fresh spring the herald of love's mighty king.

  Edmund Spenser

  Love, Kings, Heart

  'Amoretti' (1595) sonnet 70

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• The glow of inspiration warms us; this holy rapture springs from the seeds of the Divine mind sown in man.

  Ovid

  Inspiration, Men, Mind

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• The life of the earth comes up with a rush in the springtime. All the wild seeds of weed and thistle, the sprouts of vine and bush and tree, are trying to take the fields. Farmers must fight them with harrow and plow and hoe; they must plant the good seeds quickly.

  Laura Ingalls Wilder

  Weed, Fighting, Hoe

  Laura Ingalls Wilder (1933). “Farmer Boy”

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• From its peaceful bosom spring none but fond regrets and tender recollections.

  Washington Irving

  Regret, Peaceful, Graves

  Washington Irving (2013). “Delphi Complete Works of Washington Irving (Illustrated)”, p.136, Delphi Classics

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• The golden line is drawn between winter and summer. Behind all is blackness and darkness and dissolution. Before is hope, and soft airs, and the flowers, and the sweet season of hay; and people will cross the fields, reading or walking with one another; and instead of the rain that soaks death into the heart of green things, will be the rain which they drink with delight; and there will be sleep on the grass at midday, and early rising in the morning, and long moonlight evenings.

  Leigh Hunt

  Summer, Sweet, Morning

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• In the journey of the year, the autumn is Venice, spring is Naples, certainly, and the majestic maturity of summer is Rome.

  George William Curtis

  Summer, Autumn, Maturity

  George William Curtis (1856). “Works: Lotus-eating”, p.185

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• Pity! Religion has so seldom found
  A skilful guide into poetic ground!
  The flowers would spring where'er she deign'd to stray
  And every muse attend her in her way.

  William Cowper

  Flower, Religion, Way

  William Cowper (1855). “The Complete Poetical Works of William Cowper: With Life, and Critical Notice of His Writings. Eight Engravings on Steel”, p.14

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• Each petty hand
  Can steer a ship becalm'd; but he that will
  Govern and carry her to her ends, must know
  His tides, his currents, how to shift his sails;
  What she will bear in foul, what in fair weathers;
  Where her springs are, her leaks, and how to stop 'em;
  What strands, what shelves, what rocks do threaten her.

  Ben Jonson

  Hands, Weather, Rocks

  Ben Jonson (1756). “The alchemist. Catiline, his conspiracy. Bartholomew Fair”, p.188

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• Merit has rarely risen of itself, but a pebble or a twig is often quite sufficient for it to spring from to the highest ascent. There is usually some baseness before there is any elevation.

  Walter Savage Landor

  Ascent, Pebbles, Merit

  Walter Savage Landor (1853). “The Last Fruit Off an Old Tree”, p.291

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• Of nothing comes nothing: springs rise not above Their source in the far-hidden heart of the mountains: Whence then have descended the Wisdom and Love That in man leap to light in intelligent fountains?

  John Townsend Trowbridge

  Heart, Intelligent, Men

  John Townsend Trowbridge (1874). “The Emigrant's Story: And Other Poems”, p.103

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• Lyrical poetry is much the same an every age, as the songs of the nightingales in every spring-time.

  Heinrich Heine

  Song, Poetry, Age

  Heinrich Heine (1888). “Wit, Wisdom, and Pathos”

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• O the wind is a faun in the spring time
  When the ways are green for the tread of the May!
  List! hark his lay!
  Whist! mark his play!
  T-r-r-r-l!
  Hear how gay!

  Clinton Scollard

  Gay, Wind, Play

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• To find recreation in amusements is not happiness; for this joy springs from alien and extrinsic sources, and is therefore dependent upon and subject to interruption by a thousand accidents, which may minister inevitable affliction.

  Blaise Pascal

  Joy, May, Amusement

  Blaise Pascal (1829). “Thoughts on Religion and Other Subjects”, p.266

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• Generally we are occupied either with the miseries which now we feel, or with those which threaten; and even when we see ourselves sufficiently secure from the approach of either, still fretfulness, though unwarranted by either present or expected affliction, fails not to spring up from the deep recesses of the heart, where its roots naturally grow, and to fill the soul with its poison.

  Blaise Pascal

  Heart, Roots, Soul

  Blaise Pascal (1829). “Thoughts on Religion and Other Subjects”, p.91

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• Spring, / you are a pinking shears: you cut / fresh edges on the world.

  Erica Jong

  Cutting, World, Shears

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• I cannot worship the abstractions of virtue: she only charms me when she addresses herself to my heart, speaks through the love from which she springs.

  Reinhold Niebuhr

  Heart, Addresses, Worship

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• My theory is that poems are written because of a state of emotional irritation. It may be present for some time before the poet is conscious of what is tormenting him. The emotional irritation springs, probably, from subconscious combinations of partly forgotten thoughts and feelings. Coming together, like electrical currents in a thunder storm, they produce a poem. ... the poem is written to free the poet from an emotional burden.

  Sara Teasdale

  Emotional, Irritation, Poetry

  Sara Teasdale, William Drake (1984). “Mirror of the Heart: Poems of Sara Teasdale”, MacMillan Publishing Company

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