Spring is nature's way of saying, 'Let's party!'
Spring is when you feel like whistling even with a shoe full of slush.
Spring has returned. The Earth is like a child that knows poems.
Spring is when life's alive in everything.
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.
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!
I stare out the window and wait for spring.
If we had no winter, the spring would not be so pleasant.
No winter lasts forever; no spring skips its turn.
In the spring, at the end of the day, you should smell like dirt.
O, wind, if winter comes, can spring be far behind?
A little Madness in the Spring Is wholesome even for the King.
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.
Science has never drummed up quite as effective a tranquilizing agent as a sunny spring day.
The day the Lord created hope was probably the same day he created 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.
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.
In the Spring, I have counted 136 different kinds of weather inside of 24 hours.
Winter is on my head, but eternal spring is in my heart.
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.