Quotes on Spring Day

We grow great by dreams. All big men are dreamers.

In the spring, at the end of the day, you should smell like dirt.

Some of us let these great dreams die, but others nourish and protect them; nurse them through bad days till they bring them to the sunshine and light...

It was one of those March days when the sun shines hot and the wind blows cold: when it is summer in the light, and winter in the shade.

And Spring arose on the garden fair,_x000D_ _x000D_ Like the Spirit of Love felt everywhere;_x000D_ _x000D_ And each flower and herb on Earth's dark breast_x000D_ _x000D_ rose from the dreams of its wintry rest.

It was such a spring day as breathes into a man an ineffable yearning, a painful sweetness, a longing that makes him stand motionless, looking at the leaves or grass, and fling out his arms to embrace he knows not what.

What a strange thing! to be alive beneath cherry blossoms.

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

Spring has returned. The Earth is like a child that knows poems.

For lo, the winter is past, the rain is over and gone; the flowers appear on the earth; the time of the singing of birds is come, and the voice of the turtledove is heard in our land.

With the coming of spring, I am calm again.

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

For winter's rains and ruins are over, And all the season of snows and sins; The days dividing lover and lover, The light that loses, the night that wins; And time remembered isgrief forgotten, And frosts are slain and flowers begotten, And in green underwood and cover Blossom by blossom the spring begins.

No man can taste the fruits of autumn while he is delighting his scent with the flowers of spring.

Behold, my friends, the spring is come; the earth has gladly received the embraces of the sun, and we shall soon see the results of their love!

Sweet spring, full of sweet days and roses, a box where sweets compacted lie.

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.