I Love Spring Quotes

#1. I love spring anywhere, but if I could choose I would always greet in a garden.

Ruth Stout

#2. The older I grow the more do I love spring and spring flowers. Is it so with you?

Emily Dickinson

#3. I love spring flowers: daffodils and hyacinths are the ultimate flower for me. They are the essence of spring.

Kirsty Gallacher

#4. How glad I am that spring has come, and how it calms my mind when wearied with study to walk out in the green fields and beside the pleasant streams in which South Hadley is rich! ... The older I grow, the more do I love spring and spring flowers. Is it not so with you? (May 16, 1848 to Abiah Root)

Emily Dickinson

#5. I don't believe in love at all," he returns, equally quiet. "It's just a name people give the endorphins that spring up after some really hot fucking, and the justification they use to manipulate the shit out of each other afterward.

Ann Aguirre

#6. Earth in beauty dressed
Awaits returning spring.
All true love must die,
Alter at the best
Into some lesser thing.
Prove that I lie.

William Butler Yeats

#7. The nightingale has a lyre of gold, The lark's is a clarion call, And the blackbird plays but a boxwood flute, But I love him best of all. For his song is all the joy of life, And we in the mad spring weather, We two have listened till he sang Our hearts and lips together.

William Ernest Henley

#8. As far as preference between fall and spring collections, I have none that I prefer to design. With fall you have a lot more items, but of course I am from the Dominican Republic, so I love the warm weather.

Oscar De La Renta

#9. I love baseball. I'll probably end up one of those old farts who go to spring training in Florida every year and drive from game to game all day.

Steve Earle

#10. Truly, Autumn is my season," the scarlet beast chorted. "Spring and Summer and Winter all begin with such late letters! But Autumn and Fall, I have loved best, because they are best to love.

Catherynne M Valente

#11. What I know is nothing but that we are a spring path of autumn light carved into a river of ancient singing.

Heather K. O'Hara

#12. Love for the beauty of the soul.
I shall love you always.
When the flower of life has gone,
ever I shall find you.
When all is lost and winter comes,
I shall be your spring time.
And memory fades and wilts then,
I shall always find you ...
I shall always find you ...

Laurel A. Rockefeller

#13. Spring still makes spring in the mind
When sixty years are told:
Love wakes anew this throbbing heart,
And we are never old
Over the winter glaciers
I see the summer glow
And through the wind-piled snowdrift
The warm rosebuds below.

Ralph Waldo Emerson

#14. When spring comes, I shall meet you at the Municipal Library, and you will see how much I've learned! You'll be so proud of me and love me so!'
'Oh, Ell, but I do love you! Right now!'
'One can always bear more love,' the Wyverary purred.

Catherynne M Valente

#15. I cannot worship the abstractions of virtue: she only charms me when she addresses herself to my heart, speaks through the love from which she springs.

Reinhold Niebuhr

#16. In a black and white world, Chase and I would never end up together - our mothers had ensured that - but in that small bathroom, under the harsh fluorescent lights, we dragged each other deeper into the gray - the messy, guilt-ridden space that sat between right and wrong.

R.S. Grey

#17. I love those tiny little onions in the spring that are so small they're almost like a little chive.

Alice Waters

#18. I'm thinking that I must have been a fool in love to allow myself to be shown so little of the Spring Court. I'm thinking there's a great deal of that territory I was never allowed to see or hear about and maybe I would have lived in ignorance forever like some pet.

Sarah J. Maas

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

Victor Hugo

#20. Revival is the visitation of God which brings to life Christians who have been sleeping and restores a deep sense of God's near presence and holiness. Thence springs a vivid sense of sin and a profound exercise of heart in repentance, praise, and love, with an evangelistic outflow.

J.I. Packer

#21. Thee will find out in time that I have a great love of professing vile sentiments, I don't know why, unless it springs from long efforts to avoid priggery.

Bertrand Russell

#22. But I understood, now, that we don't live only for ourselves. We're connected by millions of shared experiences and dreams and nightmares, all tied together with compassion.
I learned that even when we're going through our darkest winter, spring is waiting to appear.

Laura Anderson Kurk

#23. I will come during the spring with blooms of mystic ecstasy.
I will vanish in the song of autumn with the falling colors and beauty.

Debasish Mridha

#24. If a man cannot enjoy the return of spring, why should he be happy in a labour-saving Utopia? ... I think that by retaining one's childhood love of such things as trees, fishes, butterflies and ... toads, one makes a peaceful and decent future a little more probable.

George Orwell

#25. Here at CBS, spring also means March Madness. I love the name March Madness. I'm glad the PC police haven't made us change March Madness to early spring psychosis.

Craig Ferguson

#26. To me ... she was spring. It was as if while imprisoned inside the dark cage of the inner family ... I had completely frozen into snow ... and then there she was
fresh, clear spring. It was almost inevitable that..I would fall in love with her. -Hatori

Natsuki Takaya

#27. The moon is high up in the sky and it's spring.
I think of you and within myself I'm complete.
A light breeze comes to me from across the hazy fields.
I think of you and whisper your name. I'm not I: I'm happy.

Fernando Pessoa

#28. I was an atheist until I realized I was god. What happens if you get scared to death >twice. National sarcasm society:like we need your support.some girls wear Prada some girls we're glock 17 short recoil spring loaded semiautomatic pistols with a loaded chamber indicator and a nonstop drip.

Darynda Jones

#29. As often as we made love I remembered what my poet told me, that this man was born of a goddess, the force that moves the stars and the waves of the sea and couples the animals in the fields in spring, the power of passion, the light of the evening star.

Ursula K. Le Guin

#30. That's what I love so about the Spring. It's full of promises.

Charles Tritten

#31. I love autumn. It's so much richer than spring.

Agatha Christie

#32. We can't possibly have a summer love. So many people have tried that the name's become proverbial. Summer is only the unfulfilled promise of spring, a charlatan in place of the warm balmy nights I dream of in April. It's a sad season of life without growth ... It has no day.

F Scott Fitzgerald

#33. You are still on your own; be stoic; don't panic; get through this hell to the generous sweet overflowing GIVING love of spring ... dawn came, black and white gray into a frozen hell.
I lived: that once. And must shoulder the bundle, the burden of my dead selves until I, again, live.

Sylvia Plath

#34. We never have jealous spats, and I used to think that was great, but after that spring morning, I began to suspect that perhaps our lack of jealousy meant a complete lack of love on both sides.

Paulo Coelho

#35. She is not fair to outward view
As many maidens be;
Her loveliness I never knew
Until she smiled on me.
Oh! then I saw her eye was bright,
A well of love, a spring of light.

Hartley Coleridge

#36. What I need is the dandelion in the spring. The bright yellow that means rebirth instead of destruction. The promise that life can go on, no matter how bad our losses. That it can be good again.

Suzanne Collins

#37. I think spring is inside me. I feel spring awakening, I feel it in my entire body and soul. I have to force myself to act normally. I'm in a state of utter confusion, don't know what to read, what to write, what to do. I only know that I'm longing for something ...

Anne Frank

#38. Hello, Spring Roll. I'm your daddy and I've been waiting to meet you for a long time. I love you so much.

Sylvain Reynard

#39. I need you like a blossom needs rain, like the winter ground needs spring-to soothe my parched soul.

Solange Nicole

#40. The wind is tossing the lilacs,
The new leaves laugh in the sun,
And the petals fall on the orchard wall,
But for me the spring is done.
Beneath the apple blossoms
I go a wintry way,
For love that smiled in April
Is false to me in May.

Sara Teasdale

#41. April and May were painful, lonely months for me because I couldn't talk to you. I never knew that spring could be so painful and lonely. Better to have three Februaries than a spring like this.

Haruki Murakami

#42. I want to do with you what spring does with cherry trees.

Pablo Neruda

#43. I have lost you, my brother
And your death has ended
The spring season
Of my happiness,
our house is buried with you
And buried the laughter that you taught me.
There are no thoughts of love nor of poems
In my head
Since you died.

Catullus

#44. My husband says spring will be early.
He says this every year,
And every year I disagree.
He needs me, the dark side of the planetary equation.
Together we make the equinox.

Lisel Mueller

#45. Beautiful Savior, King of creation, Son of God, and Son of Man! Truly I love Thee, Truly I serve Thee Light of my soul, my joy, my crown. Fair are the meadows, fair are the woodlands, Robed in flow'rs of blooming spring

Lisa Tawn Bergren

#46. I never seemed to like the spring for what it was; I always loved it for what it might have been. In the head. In the heart of hearts. It is in my ability, I think, to love something fully only if I am naturally, compulsively, irrationally drawn to it.

Anne Sexton

#47. In the depth of a spring, if you ever feel lonely and feel the need of my love, just remember me, I will be there to listen to your heart beats and silent songs of your soul.

Debasish Mridha

#48. To me, steampunk and urban fantasy are naturally hinged together. And I think that's because I love the early gothic Victorian literature, and both things spring from that movement.

Gail Carriger

#49. A spring of love gush'd from my heart, And I bless'd them unaware.

Samuel Taylor Coleridge

#50. I loved and adored you, but I drained you like a thirsty man at a spring. I loved what you could give me - your admiration, your acceptance, your love, your forgiveness. I forgot to love you for yourself.

Jennifer Ashley

#51. Of course I'll hurt you. Of course you'll hurt me. Of course we will hurt each other. But this is the very condition of existence. To become spring, means accepting the risk of winter. To become presence, means accepting the risk of absence.

Antoine De Saint-Exupery

#52. When Spring is old, and dewy windsBlow from the south, with odors sweet,I see my love, in shadowy groves,Speed down dark aisles on shining feet.

Maurice Thompson

#53. I love better to count time from spring to spring; it seems to me far more cheerful to reckon the year by blossoms than by blight.

Donald G. Mitchell

#54. I have been all men known to history , Wondering at the world and at time passing; I have seen evil , and the light blessing Innocent love under a spring sky .

R.S. Thomas

#55. Come, come everyone, come with love, come with joy, come to my heart, there is always spring, roses always smiling, soul is always singing with joy in the light of love. I am waiting, are you coming. My heart is always ready to dance, always ready to love, always ready with a song.

Debasish Mridha

#56. As to the sea itself, love it you cannot. Why should you? I will never believe again the sea was ever loved by anyone whose life was married to it. It is the creation of omnipotence, which is not of humankind and understandable, and so the springs of its behavior are hidden.

H.M. Tomlinson

#57. The greatest gift that Oxford gives her sons is, I truly believe, a genial irreverence toward learning, and from that irreverence love may spring.

Robertson Davies

#58. Love is ... like a spring coming up out of the ground of our own depths. "I am gift." All that I am is something that's given, and given freely. Being doesn't cost anything. There's no price tag, no strings attached.

Thomas Merton

#59. I love feeling the crispness of fall and the sensuality of spring.

Christopher Meloni

#60. I loved you when love was Spring, and May, Loved you when summer deepened into June, and now when autumn yellows all the leaves ...

Vita Sackville-West

#61. I would like to make it clear here that Avantika was neither a very friendly person nor a friendly boss - she was just a bossy boss.

Sandhya Jane

#62. Frank Berliners spiritual memoir is beautifully crafted and written. It is a tale about love, and the great longing that springs from there - to learn, to grow, to be real, and to forge a genuine connection with oneself and others, with life, and with death. I highly recommend it.

John Welwood

#63. Methinks I lied all winter, when I swore
My love was infinite, if spring makes it more.

John Donne

#64. Working on 'Lonely, I'm Not' - I love the material so much, and it's spring in New York, so I'm walking home whistling every day.

Topher Grace

#65. I wanted my spring awakening, even if it was coming a season late.
I wanted summer lovin' that would happen so fast.
I wanted to succeed at the business of love without really trying.

David Levithan

#66. One's first love is the most transformative and least replicable experience. I could love someone else, but it would be its own unfathomable emotion. It would not be this precious, first, spring love. If I cannot love her fully, it will be a love that corrodes within me.

Thomm Quackenbush

#67. You and I shouldn't claim we love Oregon more than anyone else, but that we love Oregon as much as anyone. Our thoughts today, and our deliberations to come, must spring from our determination to keep Oregon lovable and to make it even more livable.

Tom McCall

#68. It is you I have been able to love, you alone in all the world. You can have no idea of what that means. It means a spring in the desert, a blossoming tree in the wilderness.

Hermann Hesse

#69. If she'd been lame or a hunchback I'd have probably fallen in love with her even more ... Yes, it was a sort of spring fever.

Fyodor Dostoyevsky

#70. I love going to London for a couple of days but I need to be in the country. I like the silence, the smell and the seasonal changes, especially in spring and summer. I really feel that I belong there.

Philippa Gregory

#71. A relationship that is not actively nurtured dies out eventually, I told myself. Or does it?

Sandhya Jane

#72. A quiet but indomitable voice behind me said, "I believe this is my dance." It was him. I could feel his presence. The warmth of him seeped into my back, and I quivered all over like spring leaves in a warm breeze.

Colleen Houck

#73. I'm hoping to do more with my music. I did the stage musical 'Spring Awakening' recently and it reignited the love I have for singing.

Janel Parrish

#74. It's June in January Because I'm in love It always is spring in my heart with you in my arms.

Leo Robin

#75. I love playing this game and every spring training feels like the first.

Rickey Henderson

#76. I have given my love to what is worthy of love. Is that not the kingdom and the unperishing spring?

Ursula K. Le Guin

#77. Well, we actually never went around. We worked together, struggled through the corporate maze, shared our dreams, and, somewhere along the way, we came closer to each other. At the end, we touched each other's heart. The impact was profound, much more than I thought it was initially.

Sandhya Jane

#78. Then in the spring something happened to me. Yes, I remember. I fell in love with James Tyrone and was so happy for time.

Eugene O'Neill

#79. I felt a decidedly positive energy in the office with Rohan's presence. I was not sure if it was real enough for others to experience it too, but I felt it keenly. Gawd, my stupid feelings.

Sandhya Jane

#80. I wanted love to grow back, like the grass when it's mown down. To grow differently, if need be, like children's teeth, like hair, like fingernails. To spring up at will, wild and untended. The chill of the sheets made me shudder, and so did the warmth that followed when I lay down.

Herta Muller