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I love spring anywhere, but if I could choose I would always greet in a garden.
The most beautiful springs are those that come after the most horrible winters!
The sun is all about the world we see, the breath and strength of every spring.
Fresh spring! / The world is only Nine days old - / These fields and mountains!
Laziness has many disguises. Soon "winter doldrums" will become "spring fever."
The beauteous eyes of the spring's fair night With comfort are downward gazing.
Everything holds its breath except spring. She burts through as strong as ever.
Hope springs eternal in the human breast: Man never is, but always To be Blest.
Success and happiness spring from facing failure after failure with enthusiasm.
For those of us imprisoned in Poland, the Prague Spring was a harbinger of hope.
No spring nor summer beauty hath such grace as I have seen in one autumnal face.
God sees the secret springs of human action, and knows the hearts of all living.
Don't insist on going where you think you want to go. Ask the way to the spring.
There's so much spring in the air- there's so much lazy sweetness in your heart.
From all these trees, in the salads, the soup, everywhere, cherry blossoms fall.
In the Spring, I have counted 136 different kinds of weather inside of 24 hours.
The well of public opinion has been well and truly poisoned by the Iraq episode.
Spring is the time of year when it is summer in the sun and winter in the shade.
All theory, dear friend, is gray, but the golden tree of life springs ever green.
I either do really well in spring training, or I suck. I either hit .350 or .150.
The muddy rivers of spring Are snarling Under the muddy skies. The mind is muddy.
No good water comes from a muddy spring. No sweet fruit comes from a bitter seed.
Our mind should be free from traces of the past, just like the flowers of spring.
So fair, so cold; like a morning of pale spring still clinging to winter's chill.
Only in dreams of spring Shall I ever see again The flowering of my cherry trees.
The flowers anew, returning seasons bring; but beauty faded has no second spring.
If God wanted football played in the spring, he would not have invented baseball.
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead; I lift my eyes and all is born again.
There was always something hidden. Lying in wait to spring up and ruin everything.
True art can only spring from the intimate linking of the serious and the playful.
Nature is the fountain's head, the source from whence all originality must spring.
Aprils have never meant much to me, autumns seem that season of beginning, spring.
There'll be spring every year without you. England still will be here without you.
There art two cardinal sins from which all others spring: Impatience and Laziness.
From spiritual connection springs kindness, connection, social activism, and love.
Love much dear friends for love will bring the healing joy and hope of Spring. . .
I enjoy the spring more than the autumn now. One does, I think, as one gets older.
I stuck my head out the window this morning and spring kissed me bang in the face.
The supreme question about a work of art is out of how deep a life does it spring.
Winter's done, and April's in the skies, Earth, look up with laughter in your eyes!
Spring, when the earth tilts closer to the sun, runs a strict timetable of flowers.
winter is past, and we have a prospect of spring that is superior to spring itself.
The peach-bud glows, the wild bee hums, and wind-flowers wave in graceful gladness.
Spring. March fans it, April christens it, and May puts on its jacket and trousers.
That is one good thing about this world - there are always sure to be more springs.
For those that endure until spring, existence is reduced to its elegant essentials.
We'll just have to find more flowers in the spring. That's when they bloom, tra la.
I feel as if God had, by giving the Sabbath, given fifty-two springs in every year.
Passion is the force that springs an artist from the needling cushion of depression.
Now is the time of the illuminated woods ... when every leaf glows like a tiny lamp.