100 Quotes About Spring

Springtime is the season of renewal. The flowers bloom, the birds sing, and the grass becomes green. The world’s rejuvenated energy brings new life to everything around us. It’s a wonderful time to start fresh and create new beginnings Read more

Check out these great spring quotes that will inspire you to take on the new year with positivity and optimism.

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So I am not a broken heart. I am not the weight I lost or miles or ran and I am not the way I slept on my doorstep under the bare sky in smell of tears and whiskey because my apartment was empty and if I were to be this empty I wanted something solid to sleep on. Like concrete. I am not this year and I am not your fault. I am muscles building cells, a little every day, because they broke that day, but bones are stronger once they heal and I am smiling to the bus driver and replacing my groceries once a week and I am not sitting for hours in the shower anymore. I am the way a life unfolds and bloom and seasons come and go and I am the way the spring always finds a way to turn even the coldest winter into a field of green and flowers and new life. I am not your fault. . Charlotte Eriksson
If people did not love one another, I really don't...
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If people did not love one another, I really don't see what use there would be in having any spring. Victor Hugo
What a strange thing! to be alivebeneath cherry blossoms.
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What a strange thing! to be alivebeneath cherry blossoms. Kobayashi Issa
Spring passes and one remembers one's innocence. Summer passes and...
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Spring passes and one remembers one's innocence. Summer passes and one remembers one's exuberance. Autumn passes and one remembers one's reverence. Winter passes and one remembers one's perseverance. Yoko Ono
If we had no winter, the spring would not be...
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If we had no winter, the spring would not be so pleasant: if we did not sometimes taste of adversity, prosperity would not be so welcome."] Anne Bradstreet
Nostalgia in reverse, the longing for yet another strange land,...
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Nostalgia in reverse, the longing for yet another strange land, grew especially strong in spring. Vladimir Nabokov
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She’s a manner of speaking. Even the flowers don’t come back, or the green leaves. There are new flowers, new green leaves. There are other beautiful days. Nothing comes back, nothing repeats itself, because everything is real. Alberto Caeiro
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If I knew I was going to die tomorrow, And Spring came the day after tomorrow, I would die peacefully, because it came the day after tomorrow. If that’s its time, when else should it come? I like it that everything is real and everything is right; And I like that it would be like this even if I didn’t like it. And so, if I die now, I die peacefully Because everything is real and everything is right. Alberto Caeiro
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Ô, Wanderess, WanderessWhen did you feel your most euphoric kiss? Was I the source of your greatest bliss? Roman Payne
Our lips were for each other and our eyes were...
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Our lips were for each other and our eyes were full of dreams. We knew nothing of travel and we knew nothing of loss. Ours was a world of eternal spring, until the summer came. Roman Payne
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Ô, Muse of the Heart’s Passion, let me relive my Love’s memory, to remember her body, so brave and so free, and the sound of my Dreameress singing to me, and the scent of my Dreameress sleeping by me, Ô, sing, sweet Muse, my soliloquy! Roman Payne
People were always the limiters of happiness except for the...
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People were always the limiters of happiness except for the very few that were as good as spring itself. Ernest Hemingway
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Here, also, the future was cried aloud by the wind through the rocks, so that all those who heard would shiver, and then the liquid spring song of the thrush would make all the beauty of moonlight and sunlight blend together, making it true, so true, that happiness must come again Elyne Mitchell
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Yesterday it was sun outside. The sky was blue and people were lying under blooming cherry trees in the park. It was Friday, so records were released, that people have been working on for years. Friends around me find success and level up, do fancy photo shoots and get featured on big, white, movie screens. There were parties and lovers, hand in hand, laughing perfectly loud, but I walked numbly through the park, round and round, 40 times for 4 hoursjust wanting to make it through the day. There's a weight that inhabits my chest some times. Like a lock in my throat, making it hard to breathe. A little less air got throughand the sky was so blue I couldn’t look at it because it made me sad, swelling tears in my eyes and they dripped quietly on the floor as I got on with my day. I tried to keep my focus, ticked off the to-do list, did my chores. Packed orders, wrote emails, paid bills and rewrote stories, but the panic kept growing, exploding in my chest. Tears falling on the desktick tick tickme not making a soundand some days I just don't know what to do. Where to go or who to see and I try to be gentle, soft and kind, but anxiety eats you up and I just want to be fine. This is not beautiful. This is not useful. You can not do anything with it and it tries to control you, throw you off your balance and lovely waysbut you can not let it. I cleaned up. Took myself for a walk. Tried to keep my eyes on the sky. Stayed away from the alcohol, stayed away from the destructive tools we learn to use. the smoking and the starving, the running, the madness, thinking it will help but it only feeds the fireand I don't want to hurt myself anymore. I made it through and today I woke up, lighter and proud because I'm still here. There are flowers growing outside my window. The coffee is warm, the air is pure. In a few hours I'll be on a train on my way to sing for people who invited me to come, to sing, for them. My own songs, that I created. Me–little me. From nowhere at all. And I have people around that I like and can laugh with, and it's spring again. It will always be spring again. And there will always be a new day. Charlotte Eriksson
You can cut all the flowers but you cannot keep...
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You can cut all the flowers but you cannot keep Spring from coming. Pablo Neruda
If winter comes, can spring be far behind?
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If winter comes, can spring be far behind? Percy Bysshe Shelley
Always it’s Spring)and everyone’s in love and flowers pick themselves.
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Always it’s Spring)and everyone’s in love and flowers pick themselves. E.e. Cummings
But only a person in the depths of despair neglected...
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But only a person in the depths of despair neglected to look beyond winter to the spring that inevitably followed, bringing back color and life and hope. Mary Balogh
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Dead my old fine hopes And dry my dreaming but still... Iris, blue each spring Unknown
I can still bring into my body the joy I...
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I can still bring into my body the joy I felt at seeing the first trillium of spring, which seemed to be telling me, "Never give up hope, spring will come. Jessica Stern
Brilliant boom of Spring is nothing if not for the...
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Brilliant boom of Spring is nothing if not for the timely death of Autumn~ Tanya Gambhir
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Sweet spring is yourtime is my time is ourtime for springtime is lovetimeand viva sweet love(all the merry little birds areflying in the floating in thevery spirits singing inare winging in the blossoming)lovers go and lovers comeawandering awonderingbut any two are perfectlyalone there's nobody else alive(such a sky and such a suni never knew and neither did youand everybody never breathedquite so many kinds of yes)not a tree can count his leaveseach herself by openingbut shining who by thousands meanonly one amazing thing(secretly adoring shylytiny winging darting floatingmerry in the blossomingalways joyful selves are singing)sweet spring is yourtime is my time is ourtime for springtime is lovetimeand viva sweet love . E.e. Cummings
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TO what purpose, April, do you return again? Beauty is not enough. You can no longer quiet me with the redness Of little leaves opening stickily. I know what I know. The sun is hot on my neck as I observe The spikes of the crocus. The smell of the earth is good. It is apparent that there is no death. But what does that signify? Not only under ground are the brains of men Eaten by maggots. Life in itself Is nothing, An empty cup, a flight of uncarpeted stairs. It is not enough that yearly, down this hill, April Comes like an idiot, babbling and strewing flowers. Unknown
And the Spring arose on the garden fair, Like the...
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And the 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. Percy Bysshe Shelley
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So the nymphs they spoke, we kissed and laid. By noontime’s hourour love was made. Like braided chains of crocus stems, we lay entwined, I laid with them. Our breath, one glassy, tideless sea, our bodies draping wearily, we slept, I slept so lucidly, with hopes to stay this memory. Roman Payne
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Did I live the spring I’d sought? It’s true in joy, I walked along, took part in dance, and sang the song.and never tried to bind an hourto my borrowed garden bower;nor did I once entreata day to slumber at my feet. Yet days aren’t lulled by lyric song, like morning birds they pass along, o’er crests of trees, to none belong;o’er crests of trees of drying dew, their larking flight, my hands, eschew Thus I’ll say it once and true… From all that I saw, and everywhere I wandered, I learned that time cannot be spent, It only can be squandered. Roman Payne
If Springtime crawls out of thewild mouths of flowers, thensurely,...
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If Springtime crawls out of thewild mouths of flowers, thensurely, Winter crawls out of mine. Cecilia Llompart
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Spring, spring! Bytuene Mershe ant Averil, when spray biginneth to spring! When shaws be sheene and swards full fayre, and leaves both large and longe! When the hounds of spring are on winter’s traces, in the spring time, the only pretty ring time, when the birds do sing, hey-ding-a-ding ding, cuckoo, jug-jug, pu-wee, ta-witta-woo! And so on and so on and so on. See almost any poet between the Bronze Age and 1805. George Orwell
The deep roots never doubt spring will come.
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The deep roots never doubt spring will come. Marty Rubin
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I know I’m not the only one whose life is a conditional clausehanging from something to do with spring and one tall room and the tremble of my phone. I’m not the only one that love makes feel like a dozenflapping bedsheets being ripped to prayer flags by the wind. Noah Warren
Who is the spring of living water? The Sovereign Lord.
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Who is the spring of living water? The Sovereign Lord. Lailah Gifty Akita
As the season changes, we learn to adapt.
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As the season changes, we learn to adapt. Lailah Gifty Akita
I'd love to wake up to complete silence, white sheets,...
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I'd love to wake up to complete silence, white sheets, and the smell of crisp air and roses. Maria Elena
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She awaits the rain like a writer embraces metaphors, A drizzle isn't for the child who dances in the storm. Of rain that washes away the petrichor it brings, A downpour of a hail of bullets, and she calls it spring. Sanhita Baruah
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The courtyard kept changing, dazzling her with the flowers that bloomed between one day and the next, with the bare branches of trees that were swollen with the buds of new leaves and then fuzzed with green. Every day, she drove a familiar road through a new place. Anne Bishop
Is the spring coming?
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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... Frances Hodgson Burnett
Sometimes it's hard to look at a flower, when your...
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Sometimes it's hard to look at a flower, when your dying inside. Anthony Liccione
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Are we to look at cherry blossoms only in full bloom, the moon only when it is cloudless? To long for the moon while looking on the rain, to lower the blinds and be unaware of the passing of the spring - these are even more deeply moving. Branches about to blossom or gardens strewn with flowers are worthier of our admiration. Unknown
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I love the arrival of a new season – each one bringing with it its own emotion: spring is full of hope; summer is freedom; autumn is a colourful release, and winter brings an enchanting peace. It's hard to pick which one I enjoy the most – each time the new one arrives, I remember its beauty and forget the previous one whose qualities have started to dim. Giovanna Fletcher
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My everlasting Summer fills heart with laughter like a blooming flower... Her diverse sounds is nature's symphony, sprinkle delight, with comfort of ocean breeze which needs no attest.. The unique every moment of soul's revival and its sun to shine... Oksana Rus
Despite the heart numbing frost, my soul is blooming like...
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Despite the heart numbing frost, my soul is blooming like spring. Debasish Mridha
It is always a joyful spring when your heart can...
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It is always a joyful spring when your heart can dance and your soul can sing. Debasish Mridha
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Ha! spring arrived on her sweet scented palanquin, carried by the spirited Zephyrus and his coir with their murmuring music undulated in its own softness and fondled the leaves to astir. Nithin Purple
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Spring season is a sacred season of great strength. Lailah Gifty Akita
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Spring work is going on with joyful enthusiasm. John Muir
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In the spring, at the end of the day, you should smell like dirt. Margaret Atwood
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Because the birdsong might be pretty, But it's not for you they sing, And if you think my winter is too cold, You don't deserve my spring. Erin Hanson
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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. John Galsworthy
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Every spring I hear the thrush singingin the glowing woodshe is only passing through. His voice is deep, then he lifts it until it seemsto fall from the sky. I am thrilled. I am grateful. Then, by the end of morning, he's gone, nothing but silenceout of the treewhere he rested for a night. And this I find acceptable. Not enough is a poor life. But too much is, well, too much. Imagine Verdi or Mahlerevery day, all day. It would exhaust anyone. . Mary Oliver
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After that hard winter, one could not get enough of the nimble air. Every morning I wakened with a fresh consciousness that winter was over. There were none of the signs of spring for which I used to watch in Virginia, no budding woods or blooming gardens. There was only–spring itself; the throb of it, the light restlessness, the vital essence of it everywhere: in the sky, in the swift clouds, in the pale sunshine, and in the warm, high wind–rising suddenly, sinking suddenly, impulsive and playful like a big puppy that pawed you and then lay down to be petted. If I had been tossed down blindfold on that red prairie, I should have known that it was spring. Willa Cather
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The blossoms seem unusually lovely this year. There were none of the scarlet-and-white-striped curtains that are set up among the blossoming trees so invariably that one has to come to think of them as the attire of cherry blossoms; there were no bustling tea-stalls, no holiday crowds of flower-viewers, no one hawking balloons and toy windmills; instead there were only the cherry trees blossoming undisturbed among the evergreens, making one feel as though he were seeing the naked bodies of the blossoms. Nature's free bounty and useless extravagance had never appeared so fantastically beautiful as it did this spring. I had an uncomfortable suspicion that Nature had come to reconquer the earth for herself. . Yukio Mishima
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The weather here is windy, balmy, sometimes wet. Desert springtime, with flowers popping up all over the place, trees leafing out, streams gushing down from the mountains. Great time of year for hiking, camping, exploring, sleeping under the new moon and the old stars. At dawn and at evening we hear the coyotes howling with excitement - mating season. And lots of fresh rabbit meat hopping about to feed the young ones with. Edward Abbey
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Blessed be, it's finally Spring. In joy and delight the birds sing, Ravished upon the entire earth, The new rebirth, Helas, the joy it brings! Ana Claudia Antunes
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Spring is the fountain of love for thirsty winter Munia Khan
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Just fancy! One can hear and see the grass growing, ' thought Levin, as he noticed wet slate-coloured aspen leaf move close to the point of a blade of grass. Leo Tolstoy
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The arbutus is now open everywhere in the woods and groves. How pleasant it is to meet the same flowers year after year! If the blossoms were liable to change—if they were to become capricious and irregular—they might excite more surprise, more curiosity, but we should love them less; they might be just as bright, and gay, and fragrant under other forms, but they would not be the violets, and squirrel-cups, and ground laurels we loved last year. Whatever your roving fancies may say, there is a virtue in constancy which has a reward above all that fickle change can bestow, giving strength and purity to every affection of life, and even throwing additional grace about the flowers which bloom in our native fields. We admire the strange and brilliant plant of the green-house, but we love most the simple flowers we have loved of old, which have bloomed many a spring, through rain and sunshine, on our native soil. . Susan Fenimore Cooper
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You have the touch of nature you know, where she touches everything that is dead and they spring back into life again. I realised that the day you touched me for the first time. I felt I was standing somewhere I had never been before and all of a sudden life started pouring over me like a rain and drenching me with it. I had never felt that alive before. Akshay Vasu
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The month of May is the pleasant time; its face is beautiful; the blackbird sings his full song, the living wood is his holding, the cuckoos are singing and ever singing; there is a welcome before the brightness of the summer. Lady Gregory
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...as young and as ancient as Spring.... J.r.r. Tolkien
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Meanwhile, spring came, and with it the outpourings of Nature. The hills were soon splashed with wild flowers; the grass became an altogether new and richer shade of green; and the air became scented with fresh and surprising smells -- of jasmine, honeysuckle, and lavender. Dalai Lama Xiv
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You are brighter than the sunlight and bolder than a rainbow. You are the reason spring was created in the first place. Toni Sorenson
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Don’t even try to count all the colors of spring. God’s pallet keeps generating new hues. Toni Sorenson
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Sunshine and water–the perfect recipe for happiness. Toni Sorenson
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Spring is the only season that flutters in on gentle wings and builds nests in our hearts. Toni Sorenson
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Spring is painted in daffodil yellows, robin egg blues, new grass green and the brightness of hope for a better life. Toni Sorenson
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Spring gives hope that God believes in second chances. Toni Sorenson
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If a tiny bud dares unfold to a wakening new world, if a narrow blade of grass dares to poke its head up from an unlit earth, then surely I can rise and stretch my winter weary bones, surely I can set my face to the spring sun. Surely, I too can be reborn. Toni Sorenson
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When the first fine spring days come, and the earth awakes and assumes its garment of verdure, when the perfumed warmth of the air blows on our faces and fills our lungs, and even appears to penetrate to our heart, we feel vague longings for undefined happiness, a wish to run, to walk at random, to inhale the spring. Guy De Maupassant
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No matter where one looked, the sky had a clean-washed appearance. There was not a trace of a cloud to be seen anywhere in its vast expanse. It was one of those days that made one want to open doors and gates to release the last traces of winter, to watch them disappear like thin wisps of smoke into the farthest reaches of the sky. Der Nister
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All seasons are spectacular. Lailah Gifty Akita
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Nature is well-spring of life. Lailah Gifty Akita
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After winter, spring never forgets to come. Debasish Mridha
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To enjoy and appreciate the beauty of a dazzling spring, I save winter in my warm heart. Debasish Mridha
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An ending is only happening because at some point it was a beginning. And if an ending is dependent upon a beginning, I would be well advised to focus on the miracle of beginnings verses the pain of endings. Craig D. Lounsbrough
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In the soul of a lover, it is always spring where flowers of ecstasy are always blooming. Music of love is always playing. Debasish Mridha
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Heart’s fragrance is spent with the ending of spring And nothing left but a tear-stained robe. Li Shangyin
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Spring can still be felteven if you lay under the bed Frozen heart can meltin coldness when wintry love misled Munia Khan
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Take a shower. Wash away every trace of yesterday. Of smells. Of weary skin. Get dressed. Make coffee, windows open, the sun shining through. Hold the cup with two hands and notice that you feel the feeling of warmth. 
 You still feel warmth.
 Now sit down and get to work. Keep your mind sharp, head on, eyes on the page and if small thoughts of worries fight their ways into your consciousness: threw them off like fires in the night and keep your eyes on the track. Nothing but the task in front of you.  Get off your chair in the middle of the day. Put on your shoes and take a long walk on open streets around people. Notice how they’re all walking, in a hurry, or slowly. Smiling, laughing, or eyes straight forward, hurried to get to wherever they’re going. And notice how you’re just one of them. Not more, not less. Find comfort in the way you’re just one in the crowd. Your worries: no more, no less. Go back home. Take the long way just to not pass the liquor store. Don’t buy the cigarettes. Go straight home. Take off your shoes. Wash your hands. Your face. Notice the silence. Notice your heart. It’s still beating. Still fighting. Now get back to work.
 Work with your mind sharp and eyes focused and if any thoughts of worries or hate or sadness creep their ways around, shake them off like a runner in the night for you own your mind, and you need to tame it. Focus. Keep it sharp on track, nothing but the task in front of you. Work until your eyes are tired and head is heavy, and keep working even after that. Then take a shower, wash off the day. Drink a glass of water. Make the room dark. Lie down and close your eyes.
 Notice the silence. Notice your heart. Still beating. Still fighting. You made it, after all. You made it, another day. And you can make it one more. 
 You’re doing just fine.
 You’re doing fine. I’m doing just fine. Charlotte Eriksson
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Spring time is a time for revival of every living thing. Lailah Gifty Akita
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Spring is a time to make up a big bouquet of flowers for someone you love, or are trying to love, or are in love with. Carew Papritz
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Let it rain on some days, Let yourself shiver on some cold nights, So when it's Spring you'll know why it was all worth going through. Sanhita Baruah
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Something in the air this morning made me feel like flying... "Spring Flight Eileen Granfors
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Spring is made of solid, fourteen-karat gratitude, the reward for the long wait. Every religious tradition from the northern hemisphere honors some form of April hallelujah, for this is the season of exquisite redemption, a slam-bang return to joy after a season of cold second thoughts. Barbara Kingsolver
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In your winter you deny your spring, Kahlil Gibran
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Let us make the earth peaceful to enjoy the joy and beauty of spring. Debasish Mridha
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Is it difficult to recognize spring when the air is dancing with joy and the flowers are blooming bright colorful smiles? Debasish Mridha
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Spring has a secret to tell us: life is for beauty and life is for joy. Debasish Mridha
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Spring dances with joy in every flower and in every bud letting us know that changes are beautiful and an inevitable law of life. Debasish Mridha
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And, I think, this greening does thaw at the edges, at least, of my own cold season. Joy sneaks in: listening to music, riding my bicycle, I catch myself feeling, in a way that’s as old as I am but suddenly seems unfamiliar, light. I have felt so heavy for so long. At first I felt odd- as if I shouldn’t be feeling this lightness, that familiar little catch of pleasure in the heart which is inexplicable, though a lovely passage of notes or the splendidly turned petal of a tulip has triggered it. It’s my buoyancy, part of what keeps me alive: happy, suddenly with the concomitant experience of a sonata and the motion of the shadows of leaves. I have the desire to be filled with sunlight, to soak my skin in as much of it as I can drink up, after the long interior darkness of this past season, the indoor vigil, in this harshest and darkest of winters, outside and in. Mark Doty
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We read the pagan sacred books with profit and delight. With myth and fable we are ever charmed, and find a pleasure in the endless repetition of the beautiful, poetic, and absurd. We find, in all these records of the past, philosophies and dreams, and efforts stained with tears, of great and tender souls who tried to pierce the mystery of life and death, to answer the eternal questions of the Whence and Whither, and vainly sought to make, with bits of shattered glass, a mirror that would, in very truth, reflect the face and form of Nature's perfect self. These myths were born of hopes, and fears, and tears, and smiles, and they were touched and colored by all there is of joy and grief between the rosy dawn of birth, and death's sad night. They clothed even the stars with passion, and gave to gods the faults and frailties of the sons of men. In them, the winds and waves were music, and all the lakes, and streams, and springs, –the mountains, woods and perfumed dells were haunted by a thousand fairy forms. They thrilled the veins of Spring with tremulous desire; made tawny Summer's billowed breast the throne and home of love; filled Autumns arms with sun-kissed grapes, and gathered sheaves; and pictured Winter as a weak old king who felt, like Lear upon his withered face, Cordelia's tears. These myths, though false, are beautiful, and have for many ages and in countless ways, enriched the heart and kindled thought. But if the world were taught that all these things are true and all inspired of God, and that eternal punishment will be the lot of him who dares deny or doubt, the sweetest myth of all the Fable World would lose its beauty, and become a scorned and hateful thing to every brave and thoughtful man. Robert G. Ingersoll
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Spring time is nature at its best. Lailah Gifty Akita
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If life is nothing more than a journey to death, autumn makes sense but spring does not. Craig D. Lounsbrough
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Creativity is not so much a boundless well, but an all-you-can-eat buffet of elements for your creative endeavor. Eventually you've eaten your fill, and it's time to digest and then make something. But at some point, it will be time to return to the restaurant. Vera Nazarian
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You can be an atheist three seasons out of the year, but not during spring. Spring makes it mandatory to believe in a Divine Creator. Toni Sorenson
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My breathe would catch at the sight of violets-so common in the woods at home, so surprising in the mountains. The violet's message was "Keep up your courage, stay true to what you believe in." p264 Jessica Stern
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At the best of times, spring hurts depressives. Angela Carter
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It's not the deprivations of winter that get you, or the damp of spring, but the no-man's land between. Kristin Kimball
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As far as he could discover, there were no signs of spring. The decay that covered the surface of the mottled ground was not the kind in which life generates. Last year, he remembered, May had failed to quicken these soiled fields. It had taken all the brutality of July to torture a few green spikes through the exhausted dirt. What the little park needed, even more than he did, was a drink. Neither alcohol nor rain would do. Tomorrow, in his column, he would ask Broken-hearted, Sick-of-it-all, Desperate, Disillusioned-with-tubercular-husband and the rest of his correspondents to come here and water the soil with their tears. Flowers would then spring up, flowers that smelled of feet." Ah, humanity.." But he was heavy with shadow and the joke went into a dying fall. He trist to break its fall by laughing at himself. Nathanael West
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Other flowers came at the end of the summer, but by then the winter sadness had already dissipated, and the effect of the blooms was not the same. Jessica Stern
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Despite the forecast, live like it's spring. Lilly Pulitzer