Autumn arrives in early morning, but spring at the close of a winter day.
—Elizabeth Bowen (1899–1973) Irish Novelist, Short-story Writer
April is the cruelest month, breeding lilacs out of the dead land, mixing memory and desire, stirring dull roots with spring rain.
—T. S. Eliot (1888–1965) American-born British Poet, Dramatist, Literary Critic
Spring has come when you can put your foot on three daisies
In the Spring, I have counted 136 different kinds of weather inside of 24 hours.
—Mark Twain (1835–1910) American Humorist
If you don’t sow in the spring, you will not reap in the autumn.
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.
—Ernest Hemingway (1899–1961) American Author, Journalist, Short Story Writer
Spring is sooner recognized by plants than by men.
All through the long winter, I dream of my garden. On the first day of spring, I dig my fingers deep into the soft earth. I can feel its energy, and my spirits soar.
—Helen Hayes (1900–93) American Actor, Philanthropist
One swallow does not make a spring, nor does one fine day.
—Aristotle (384BCE–322BCE) Ancient Greek Philosopher, Scholar
Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May.
—William Shakespeare (1564–1616) British Playwright
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.
—Henry van Dyke Jr. (1852–1933) American Author, Educator, Clergyman
Spring has returned. The Earth is like a child that knows poems.
—Rainer Maria Rilke (1875–1926) Austrian Poet
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 (1612–72) American Poet
The beauteous eyes of the spring’s fair night With comfort are downward gazing.
—Heinrich Heine (1797–1856) German Poet, Writer
The day the Lord created hope was probably the same day he created Spring.
Sweet spring, full of sweet days and roses, a box where sweets compacted lie.
—George Herbert (1593–1633) Welsh Anglican Poet, Orator, Clergyman
The spring’s already at the gate With looks my care beguiling; The country round appeareth straight A flower-garden smiling.
—Heinrich Heine (1797–1856) German Poet, Writer
So then the year is repeating its old story again. We are come once more, thank God! to its most charming chapter. The violets and the May flowers are as its inscriptions or vignettes. It always makes a pleasant impression on us, when we open again at these pages of the book of life.
—Johann Wolfgang von Goethe (1749–1832) German Poet
Spring is when you feel like whistling even with a shoe full of slush.
—Doug Larson (1926–2017) American Columnist
Winter, lingering, chills the lap of May.
—Oliver Goldsmith (1730–74) Irish Novelist, Playwright, Poet
Autumn is a second spring when every leaf is a flower.
—Albert Camus (1913–60) Algerian-born French Philosopher, Dramatist, Essayist, Novelist, Author
If spring came but once in a century, instead of once a year, or burst forth with the sound of an earthquake, and not in silence, what wonder and expectation there would be in all hearts to behold the miraculous change! But now the silent succession suggests nothing but necessity. To most men only the cessation of the miracle would be miraculous, and the perpetual exercise of God’s power seems less wonderful than its withdrawal would be.
—Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (1807–82) American Poet, Educator, Academic
Poor, dear, silly Spring, preparing her annual surprise!
—Wallace Stevens (1879–1955) American Poet
Spring hangs her infant blossoms on the trees, rocked in the cradle of the western breeze.
—William Cowper (1731–1800) English Anglican Poet, Hymn writer
Sitting quietly, doing nothing, spring comes and the grass grows by itself.
—Zen Proverb Japanese School of Mahayana Buddhism
Rebellion without truth is like spring in a bleak, arid desert.
—Kahlil Gibran (1883–1931) Lebanese-born American Philosopher, Poet, Painter, Theologian, Sculptor
Spring is nature’s way of saying, “Let’s party!”
—Robin Williams (b.1951) American Actor, Comedian
Stately spring! whose robe-folds are valleys, whose breast-bouquet is gardens, and whose blush is a vernal evening.
—Jean Paul (1763–1825) German Novelist, Humorist
When spring comes the grass grows by itself.
—Laozi (fl.6th Century BCE) Chinese Philosopher, Sage
No spring nor summer beauty hath such grace as I have seen in one autumnal face.
—John Donne (1572–1631) English Poet, Cleric
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 (b.1933) Japanese Artist, Musician, Campaigner