Spring is when you feel like whistling even with a shoe full of slush.
You can cut all the flowers but you cannot keep spring from coming.
In the spring, at the end of the day, you should smell like dirt.
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.
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 love spring anywhere, but if I could choose I would always greet in a garden.
Break open A cherry tree And there are no flowers; But the spring breeze Brings forth myriad blossoms.
'Tis my faith that every flower Enjoys the air it breathes!
Spring is nature's way of saying, 'Let's party!'
Spring has returned. The Earth is like a child that knows poems.
Sweet April showers do spring May flowers.
Autumn is a second spring when every leaf is a flower.
Where flowers bloom so does hope.
April ... hath put a spirit of youth in everything.
Sweet spring, full of sweet days and roses, a box where sweets compacted lie.
Flowers have spoken to me more than I can tell in written words. They are the hieroglyphics of angels, loved by all men for the beauty of their character, though few can decipher even fragments of their meaning.
And Spring arose on the garden fair, Like the Spirit of Love felt everywhere; And each flower and herb on Earth's dark breast rose from the dreams of its wintry rest.
A profusion of pink roses being ragged in the rain speaks to me of all gentleness and its enduring.
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.
I am going to try to pay attention to the spring. I am going to look around at all the flowers, and look up at the hectic trees. I am going to close my eyes and listen.
or simply:
