Spring proverbs

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◆ In the spring, at the end of the day, you should smell like dirt.

- Margaret Atwood99

◆ When spring came, even the false spring, there were no problems except where to be happiest. The only thing that could spoil a day was people and if you could keep from making engagements, each day had no limits. People were always the limiters of happiness except for the very few that were as good as spring itself.

- Ernest Hemingway99

◆ It is spring again. The earth is like a child that knows poems by heart.

- Rainer Maria Rilke99

◆ Aprils have never meant much to me, autumns seem that season of beginning, spring.

- Truman Capote99

◆ Spring is the time of plans and projects.

- Leo Tolstoy99

◆ If people did not love one another, I really don't see what use there would be in having any spring.

- Victor Hugo99

◆ If winter comes, can spring be far behind?

- Percy Bysshe Shelley99

◆ Spring is nature's way of saying, 'Let's party!

- Robin Williams98

◆ Or maybe spring is the season of love and fall the season of mad lust. Spring for flirting but fall for the untamed delicious wild thing.

- Elizabeth Cohen98

◆ I want to do with you what spring does with the cherry trees.

- Pablo Neruda98

◆ They wanted spring, of course they wanted it, more than anything. They longed for sun with every pore of their skin. But spring hurts. If spring can come, if things can be different, how can you bear what your existence has been?

- Helen Dunmore98

◆ The seventeenth of March. In other words, spring. Desmond, people who think themselves smart, I mean those in the height of fashion, women or men - can they afford to wait any longer before buying their spring wardrobes?

- Colette98

◆ In the spring when the wind is in the new leaves the echo of her voice may still be heard by the fall that bear her name.

- J.R.R. Tolkien98

◆ And, I think, this greening does thaw at the edges, at least, of my own cold season. Joy sneaks in: listening to music, riding my bicycle, I catch myself feeling, in a way that's as old as I am but suddenly seems unfamiliar, light. I have felt so heavy for so long. At first I felt odd- as if I shouldn't be feeling this lightness, that familiar little catch of pleasure in the heart which is inexplicable, though a lovely passage of notes or the splendidly turned petal of a tulip has triggered it. It's my buoyancy, part of what keeps me alive: happy, suddenly with the concomitant experience of a sonata and the motion of the shadows of leaves. I have the desire to be filled with sunlight, to soak my skin in as much of it as I can drink up, after the long interior darkness of this past season, the indoor vigil, in this harshest and darkest of winters, outside and in.

- Mark Doty98

◆ After the sorts of winters we have had to endure recently, the spring does seem miraculous, because it has become gradually harder and harder to believe that it is actually going to happen. Every February since 1940 I have found myself thinking that this time winter is going to be permanent. But Persephone, like the toads, always rises from the dead at about the same moment. Suddenly, towards the end of March, the miracle happens and the decaying slum in which I live is transfigured.

- George Orwell98