Quotes About Spring Blooms

#1. The desert weed lives on, but the flower of spring blooms and wilts.

Khaled Hosseini

#2. It's not just in the air. Spring is in the light. There's a different light in March and April. It's in the grass, leaves and flowers. It's in the birdsong and baaa of baby lambs. Mostly though, spring blooms in my heart

Toni Sorenson

#3. 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

#4. We'll dive into the earth together. And if one day a wild flower finds water and springs up from that piece of earth, its stem will have two blooms for sure: one will be you, the other me.

Nazim Hikmet

#5. There are some images that I will only use once, and not use again because they don't seem to really hit the nail right on the head, but there are some which are so strong they have to be reduced; sometimes just reusing them makes them stronger.

Keith Haring

#6. More than half a century has passed, and yet each spring, when I wander into the primrose wood, I see the pale yellow blooms and smell their sweetest scent - for a moment I am seven years old again and wandering in that fragrant wood.

Gertrude Jekyll

#7. Sometimes, you just have to take a step back and realise what's important in your life, what you can live with, and more importantly, what you can't live without.

Lauren Conrad

#8. Roanoke was deep into spring - which was really pretty, even if it turned out that all the native blooms smelled like rotten meat dipped in sewer sauce (that description courtesy of Magdy, who could string together a phrase now and then).

John Scalzi

#9. Succeed and you are a brilliant visionary. Fail and you are a delusional loser.

Don Dodge

#10. When one flower blooms spring awakens everywhere

John O'Donohue

#11. To Odin many a soul was driven, to Odin many a rich gift given.

Snorri Sturluson

#12. Happiness blooms naturally in the hearts of those who are inwardly free. It flows spontaneously, like a mountain spring after April showers, in minds that are contented with simple living.

Paramahansa Yogananda

#13. As the flower blooms in spring, compassion grows in mindfulness.

Amit Ray

#14. Maybe I would get the chance to be financed for a small romantic comedy, but a war movie by a 28-year-old woman about Japanese soldiers? No one was going to go for that. It's easy to just steal an idea because it's very safe.

Julie Delpy

#15. The warmth of my love will transform winter into spring and adorn you with floral blooms of my heart.

Debasish Mridha

#16. Spring, the sweet spring, is the year's pleasant king;
Then blooms each thing, then maids dance in a ring,
Cold doth not sting, the pretty birds do sing.
Cuckoo, jug-jug, pu-we, to-witta-woo!

Thomas Nash

#17. Seasons didn't come behind the nicotine-stained walls of Mountain City's prison, so Harm always imagined it spring--the locust trees clustered with shaggy white blooms, the wet woods flecked with bloodroot, and wild roses and honeysuckle flashing white among the chestnuts on the mountainsides...

Sharyn McCrumb

#18. Other flowers came at the end of the summer, but by then the winter sadness had already dissipated, and the effect of the blooms was not the same.

Jessica Stern

#19. To get through life successfully, body and soul must translate each other correctly more often than not.

Dean Koontz

#20. The concept of having staple pieces with clean, basic lines, and adding accessories to funk it all up is one that applies to both fashion and decorating. There are so many parallels.

Jeremiah Brent

#21. Humanity does not pass through phases as a train passes through stations: being alive, it has the privilege of always moving yet never leaving anything behind. Whatever we have been, in some sort we are still.

C.S. Lewis

#22. Age has a way of sobering us. Our experiences, our disappointments, and our failures have a way of shrinking our expectations. Sometimes they wound us in a way that steals our faith and bankrupts our dreams.

Ross Parsley

#23. The Santa Anas blew in hot from the desert, shriveling the last of the spring grass into whiskers of pale straw. Only the oleanders thrived, their delicate poisonous blooms, their dagger green leaves. We could not sleep in the hot dry nights, my mother and I.

Janet Fitch

#24. Don't worry, Even Jesus never saw his real father

J. Cole

#25. Art's the biggest vanity: the assumption that one's view of peace or fright or beauty is permanently communicable.

Ned Rorem

#26. Socialism and federalism are necessarily political opposites, because the former demands that centralized concentration of power which the latter by definition denies.

Felix Morley

#27. I pity the atheist, for he can never fully appreciate a sinful pleasure.

James Rozoff

#28. The cold goblin spring of the crocuses was past.
The frail and chilly fairy spring of the daffodils was past.
The springtime for mankind had arrived, and the blooms of the lilac bowers outside Redwine's church hung flatly, heavy as Concord grapes.

Kurt Vonnegut