Spring After Winter Quotes

#1. I feel like spring after winter, and sun on the leaves; and like trumpets and harps and all the songs I have ever heard!

J.R.R. Tolkien

#2. 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

#3. After winter, spring never forgets to come.

Debasish Mridha

#4. Up to forty a woman has only forty springs in her heart. After that age she has only forty winters.

Arsene Houssaye

#5. After the winter of thorns came spring. The roses would bloom again. But if she lost Mr. Morland, she'd be chopping down the whole bush. Killing the thorns, to be sure, but killing the beautiful roses too. Just because she couldn't always see the flowers didn't mean they were not still there.

Julie Daines

#6. Every little or big problem has a reason,
Every year there is a winter season,
Every trouble goes away with time,
After winter spring comes with rhyme.

Debasish Mridha

#7. Well, quite softly, one day following another, a spring on a winter, and an autumn after a summer, this wore away, piece by piece, crumb by crumb; it passed away, it is gone, I should say it has sunk; for something always remains at the bottom as one would say - a weight here, at one's heart.

Gustave Flaubert

#8. And after winter folweth grene May.

Geoffrey Chaucer

#9. After the clouds, the sunshine; after the winter, the spring; after the shower, the rainbow; for life is a changeable thing. After the night, the morning, bidding all darkness cease, after life's cares and sorrows, the comfort and sweetness of peace.

Helen Steiner Rice

#10. Everything is everything
What is meant to be, will be
After winter, must come spring
Change, it comes eventually

Lauryn Hill

#11. Don't you know that day dawns after night, showers displace drought, and spring and summer follow winter? Then, have hope! Hope forever, for God will not fail you!

Charles Spurgeon

#12. Join with those who have never said: 'Right, that's it, I'm going no further,' because as sure as spring follows winter, nothing ever ends; after achieving your objective, you must start again, always using everything you have learned on the way.

Paulo Coelho

#13. Too much sun after a Syracuse winter does strange things to your head, makes you feel strong, even if you aren't.

Laurie Halse Anderson

#14. The first spring in five free from the rumour of guns across the Channel, a spring anxious to make up for the cold winter, life bursting out after four years of death. All of England raised her face to the sun ...

Laurie R. King

#15. She is beautiful, isn't she? (Lochlan)
Like the first day of spring after a long, harsh winter. (Sin)

Kinley MacGregor

#16. All human life has its seasons and cycles, and no one's personal chaos can be permanent. Winter, after all, gives way to spring and summer, though sometimes when branches stay dark and the earth cracks with ice, one thinks they will never come, that spring, and that summer, but they do, and always.

Truman Capote

#17. As surely as spring followed winter, new life followed death, fighting for its place on the earth. Let man do his worst, yet still the tentative shoots of faith and hope sprouted the ruins of shattered lives and broken dreams. Resurrection was real, after all.

J.M. Hochstetler

#18. By March, the worst of the winter would be over. The snow would thaw, the rivers begin to run and the world would wake into itself again.
Not that year.
Winter hung in there, like an invalid refusing to die. Day after grey day the ice stayed hard; the world remained unfriendly and cold.

Neil Gaiman

#19. In my dream, spring came after summer, came after fall, came after winter, came after spring.

Jonathan Safran Foer

#20. Looking at her was like stepping into a patch of spring sunlight after the harshest winter.

Kate Evangelista

#21. Love comforeth like sunshine after rain,
But Lust's effect is tempest after sun.
Love's gentle spring doth always fresh remain;
Lust's winter comes ere summer half be done.
Love surfeits not, Lust like a glutton dies;
Love is all truth, Lust full of forged lies.

William Shakespeare