Expect to have hope rekindled. The dry seasons in life do not last. The spring rains will come again.
In seed time learn, in harvest teach, in winter enjoy.
Blossom by blossom the spring begins.
Spring is when you feel like whistling even with a shoe full of slush.
No spring nor summer beauty hath such grace as I have seen in one autumnal face.
Winter is on my head, but eternal spring is in my heart.
No Winter lasts forever, no Spring skips its turn. April is a promise that May is bound to keep, and we know it.
Every spring is the only spring, a perpetual astonishment.
Spring is when life's alive in everything.
People ask me what I do in winter when there's no baseball. I'll tell you what I do. I stare out the window and wait for spring.
Spring is nature's way of saying, 'Let's party!'
Everything is blooming most recklessly; if it were voices instead of colors, there would be an unbelievable shrieking into the heart of the night.
If we had not winter, the spring would not be so pleasant; if we did not sometimes taste of adversity, prosperity would not be so welcome.
I stare out the window and wait for spring.
A man has every season while a woman only has the right to spring.
Can words describe the fragrance of the very breath of spring?
God is in his Heaven, all's right with the world.
The first day of spring was once the time for taking the young virgins into the fields, there in dalliance to set an example in fertility for nature to follow. Now we just set the clocks an hour ahead and change the oil in the crankcase.
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.
The day the Lord created hope was probably the same day he created Spring.
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.
Sweet spring, full of sweet days and roses, a box where sweets compacted lie.
The sun was warm but the wind was chill. You know how it is with an April day.
I love spring anywhere, but if I could choose I would always greet in a garden.
In the spring, at the end of the day, you should smell like dirt.
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