“When spring came, even the false spring, there were no problems except where to be happiest.”— Ernest Hemingway, amazon.com
“Spring was moving in the air above and in the earth below and around him, penetrating even his dark and lowly little house with its spirit of divine discontent and longing.”— Kenneth Grahame, amazon.com
“If people did not love one another, I really don’t see what use there would be in having any spring.”— Victor Hugo, amazon.com
“Spring has come round again, and the Earth is like a child who is brimming with poems.”— Rainer Maria Rilke, amazon.com
“That is one good thing about this world: there are always sure to be more springs.”— Lucy Maud Montgomery, amazon.com
“Love is the color of spring sunshine muted through old windows. Love has a taste, a texture - dark chocolate with pistachios; a sound - wind chimes echoing from a distant hill; a rhythm - the tango, obviously.”— Chloe Thurlow, amazon.com
“It is spring again. The earth is like a child that knows poems by heart.”— Rainer Maria Rilke, amazon.com
“The first week of August hangs at the very top of summer, the top of the live-long year, like the highest seat of a Ferris wheel when it pauses in its turning. The weeks that come before are only a climb from balmy spring, and those that follow a drop to the chill of autumn, but the first week of Au…”— Natalie Babbitt, amazon.com
“The beauty of that June day was almost staggering. After the wet spring, everything that could turn green had outdone itself in greenness and everything that could even dream of blooming or blossoming was in bloom and blossom. The sunlight was a benediction. The breezes were so caressingly soft and…”— Dan Simmons, amazon.com
“So in my defense, when he touched me the lights of my body came on. In my defense, the windows were thrown open. In my defense... spring.”— Cristin O'Keefe Aptowicz, thebakerypoetry.com