“As soon as that sweet little spring breeze makes its way through the static city sky and the air begins to smell like FLOWERS instead of SHIT — I’m totally and completely screwed.”— Zara Barrie, gomag.com
“I have looked upon all the universe has to hold of horror, and even the skies of spring and flowers of summer must ever afterward be poison to me.”— H. P. Lovecraft, amazon.com
“What if uncertainty around what the hell to wear on your feet could be solved not by shoes, but by the perfect pair of comfortable pants?”— Leandra Medine, manrepeller.com
“Cherry blossoms in Spring. Stars cover the sky in Summer. Full moon shines in Autumn and in Winter, the snow covers the ground... All these things make sake taste good. If it tastes bad, it's because there is something wrong with you.”— Hiko Seijuro, imdb.com
“Those who contemplate the beauty of the earth find reserves of strength that will endure as long as life lasts. There is something infinitely healing in the repeated refrains of nature—the assurance that dawn comes after night, and spring after winter.”— Rachel Carson, amazon.com
“You exist within springtime. A flourish of life unlike anything I've ever known.”— Naoshi Arakawa, Patrick Seitz, Takao Yoshioka, Kousei Arima, Natsuki Hanae, imdb.com
“Spring is blooming all around and I'm taking off with you.”— Naoshi Arakawa, Patrick Seitz, Takao Yoshioka, Kousei Arima, Natsuki Hanae, imdb.com
“I see spring cleaning now for what it really is: an identity crisis. Throw away everything that is no longer 'you.'”— Brit Marling, twitter.com
“It was now the end of May; the woods were clothed in their freshest verdure, and the sweet smell of the new mown grass was in the fields.”— Mary Shelley, online-literature.com
“I promise you have always been the sound of spring blooming. It is alright if you cannot hear it, still.”— Orooj-e-Zafar, twitter.com
“The ghostly winter silence had given way to the great spring murmur of awakening life”— Jack London, amazon.com
“There is another sort of day which needs celebrating in song -- the day of days when spring at last holds up her face to be kissed, deliberate and unabashed. On that day no wind blows either in the hills or in the mind.”— E. B. White, amazon.com
“It was one of those March days when the sun shines hot and the wind blows cold; when it is summer in the light, and winter in the shade.”— Charles Dickens, amazon.com
“Nostalgia in reverse, the longing for yet another strange land, grew especially strong in spring.”— Vladimir Nabokov, amazon.com