Quotes on Spring Flowers

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!

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

Break open_x000D_ _x000D_ A cherry tree_x000D_ _x000D_ And there are no flowers;_x000D_ _x000D_ But the spring breeze_x000D_ _x000D_ Brings forth myriad blossoms.

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.

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.

Is the spring coming?" he said. "What is it like?"... "It is the sun shining on the rain and the rain falling on the sunshine.

Always it’s Spring)and everyone’s in love and flowers pick themselves.

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

When spring came, even the false spring, there were no problems except where to be happiest.

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.

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.

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.

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

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.