Top 100 Spring Like Quotes
#1. He had thought of love as a rapture which seized one so that all the world seemed spring-like, he had looked forward to an ecstatic happiness; but this was not happiness; it was a hunger of the soul, it was a painful yearning, it was a bitter anguish, he had never known before.
W. Somerset Maugham
#2. We're looking at the coming of spring like we look at the coming of babies we never considered aborting; Hopeful.
Darnell Lamont Walker
#3. For happiness one needs security, but joy can spring like a flower even from the cliffs of despair.
Anne Morrow Lindbergh
#4. And hope, if it had a scent, would smell like spring, like rain, like something new and alive. Like Nick.
Jennifer Rush
#5. Disappointment forever lurked just beyond the edges of her joy, ready to spring like a ravenous cougar.
Kathleen Rice Adams
#6. It was a sense of privilege and mute wonder, as though he'd witnessed one of those small, everyday miracles of spring. Like a licked-clean foal taking its first steps on wobbly legs. Or a new butterfly pushing scrunched, damp wings from a chrysalis.
Tessa Dare
#7. Then another clear voice, as young and as ancient as Spring, like the song of a glad water flowing down into the night from a bright morning in the hills, came falling like silver to meet them: Now
J.R.R. Tolkien
#8. At the end of the season of sorrows comes the time of rejoicing. Spring, like a well-oiled clock, noiselessly indicates this time.
Roger Zelazny
#9. It was the moment of early spring like the pause when a fiddler has lifted his bow and holds it over the strings, ready to call forth the music.
Rosslyn Elliott
#11. No matter how many snowstorms will pass through you, none will bring you the spring like love will.
Sorin Cerin
#12. 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
#13. It's fall coming, I kept thinking, fall coming; just like that was the strangest thing ever happened. Fall. Right outside here it was spring a while back, then it was summer, and now it's fall-that's sure a curious idea.
Ken Kesey
#14. That spring, Amelia takes Maya to the drugstore and lets her choose any polish color she likes. "How do you pick?" Maya says.
"Sometimes I ask myself how I'm feeling," Amelia says. "Sometimes I ask myself how I'd like to be feeling.
Gabrielle Zevin
#15. June, July, all through the warm months she hibernated like a winter animal who did not know spring had come and gone.
Truman Capote
#16. She wandered out for a walk. It was the kind of day that pretends spring has come, even though it hasn't. The air smelled sweet, and the sun was shining. A blackthorn tree in the garden had already bloomed and was scattering seeds everywhere, like a child feeding birds in a dizzying circle.
Eloisa James
#17. The sky is the color of gray flannel, the darkness broken only by the dormer window of another early riser. The woman who lives in that attic painted her walls yellow, and the reflected light bounces out like a spring crocus. If light were sound, her window would be playing a concerto.
Eloisa James
#18. 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
#19. There used to be a middle way, too, when her attention was focused but vast, and time felt like a limpid pool, ringed by sunlit ferns. An underground spring fed the pool from deep below, creating a gentle current of words that bubbled up, while on the surface, breezes shimmered and played.
Ruth Ozeki
#20. The first springs of great events, like those of great rivers, are often mean and little.
Jonathan Swift
#21. 11 And the LORD will guide you continually and satisfy your desire in scorched places and make your bones strong; and you shall be u like a watered garden, like a spring of water, whose waters do not fail.
Anonymous
#22. Some things are better when it's raining. Like reading. Or sleeping. Or this."
"Lying in bed with me?
Lisa Kleypas
#23. In the spring or summer, I like going to the Hamptons or Fire Island. Anywhere I can hear waves, I'm there.
Peter Som
#24. He was swimming in a sea of other people's expectations. Men had drowned in seas like that.
Robert Jordan
#26. We may not know whether our understanding is correct, or whether our sentiments are noble, but the air of the day surrounds us like spring which spreads over the land without our aid or notice.
Abraham Joshua Heschel
#27. 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
#28. He saw time turn back upon itself, a river flowing upward to the spring. He held the contemporaneity of two moments in his left and right hands; as he moved them apart he smiled to see the moments separate like dividing soap bubbles.
Ursula K. Le Guin
#29. Perhaps Choices spring up when history makes way for them. Perhaps they will grow, like legends upon dead conquerors.
Roshani Chokshi
#30. Writing is done by someone. It is not, like some mythical goddess, a skill that springs forth, full grown from the genes of inspiration ...
Leonard Bishop
#31. Spring is the time to bloom like a flower with all our beauty. It is the time to spread the fragrance of our love and fill the air with joy.
Debasish Mridha
#32. The peace and beauty of a spring day had descended upon the earth like a benediction.
Kate Chopin
#33. I can remember the lush spring excitement of language in childhood. Sitting in church, rolling it around my mouth like marbles
tabernacle and pharisee and parable, tresspass and Babylon and covenant.
Penelope Lively
#34. Looking at her was like stepping into a patch of spring sunlight after the harshest winter.
Kate Evangelista
#35. The sound of the Gion Shoja temple bells echoes the impermanence of all things; the color of the sala flowers reveals the truth that to flourish is to fall. The proud do not endure, like a passing dream on a night in spring; the mighty fall at last, to be no more than dust before the wind.
Helen Craig McCullough
#36. When you forgive, you heal your own anger and hurt and are able to let love lead again. It's like spring cleaning for your heart.
Marci Shimoff
#37. One of the great virtues of Confucianism was its suppleness. Western political thought tended to be rather brittle; as soon as the state became corrupt, everything ceased to make sense. Confucianism always retained its equilibrium, like a cork that could float as well in spring water or raw sewage.
Neal Stephenson
#38. Love, from its awful throne of patient power
In the wise heart, from the last giddy hour
Of dread endurance, from the slippery, steep,
And narrow verge of crag-like agony, springs
And folds over the world its healing wings.
Percy Bysshe Shelley
#39. The great sins and fires break out of me like the terrible leaves from the bough in the violent spring. I am a walking fire, I am all leaves ...
Edith Sitwell
#40. All that comes to pass is as familiar and well known as the rose in spring, and the grape in summer. Of like fashion are sickness, death, calumny, intrigue, and all that gladdens or saddens the foolish.
Marcus Aurelius
#41. In the summer, it's short greens and tall greens and sometimes a smudge of other colors. In winter, it's squinty white,and sometimes deep when it looks flat. In early spring and late fall, the town gets brown and black, like an old photograph.
Blue Balliett
#42. He'd fill every moment with the seasons he'd found in his heart: hopes like birds on a spring branch; happiness like a warm summer sun; magic like the rising mists of autumn. And best of all, love; love enough for a thousand Christmases.
Clive Barker
#43. The sky, drunk with spring and giddy with its fumes, thickened with clouds. Low clouds, drooping at the edges like felt sailed over the woods and rain leapt from them, warm, smelling of soil and sweat, and washing the last of the black armor-plating of ice from the earth.
Boris Pasternak
#44. And if you ask how I regret that parting?
It is like the flowers falling at spring's end,
confused, whirled in a tangle.
What is the use of talking! And there is no end of talking
There is no end of things in the heart.
Ezra Pound
#45. In the spring, at the end of the day, you should smell like dirt.
Margaret Atwood
#46. The spring in Boston is like being in love: bad days slip in among the good ones, and the whole world is at a standstill, then the sun shines, the tears dry up, and we forget that yesterday was stormy.
Louise Closser Hale
#47. Youth, enthusiasm, and tenderness are like the days of spring. Instead of complaining, O my heart, of their brief duration, try to enjoy them.
Friedrich Ruckert
#48. I feel like a weed in the midst of Winter. 'Tis the sunshine of your smile that will bring back the Spring of my days. We arrive in four days. I hope you will grace me again with your presence. Yours, Morgan (Morgan's letter)
Kinley MacGregor
#49. Boy, you're like a horse.
Just now sated with seed,
You've come back to my stable,
Yearning for a good rider, fine meadow,
An icy spring, shady groves.
Theognis Of Megara
#50. It is spring again. The earth is like a child that knows poems by heart.
Rainer Maria Rilke
#51. They looked for all the world like miniaturized rose petals drained of their color. These pale petals were gathering in the wind like flocking birds - thousands of them, like a spring snowstorm.
John Green
#52. Everyone has a breaking point, turning point, stress point, the game is permeated with it. The fans don't see it because we make it look so efficient. But internally, for a guy to be successful, you have to be like a clock spring, wound but not loose at the same time.
Dave Winfield
#53. 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
#54. You smell like a fresh flower and surround me like spring air.
Debasish Mridha
#55. 11 The LORD will guide you continually, giving you water when you are dry and restoring your strength. You will be like a well-watered garden, like an ever-flowing spring.
Anonymous
#56. Perhaps, as with advancing age, the physical life becomes less important and yet, paradoxically, more precious, this green revolution against the temporary death of winter is a reminder that the earth, like our own lives, is a gift.
Willem Lange
#57. He'd been coiled like a snake for years and the tension had gone slack and when he was ready to spring the spring wasn't there, but it could be recoiled.
Tim O'Brien
#58. I like to express certain things that happen in my life, the joy of spring, the birds singing and young babies coming into the world. You know, the whole thing as well as the part I'm not happy with, the sad part.
Roy Haynes
#59. I rode horseback three miles each way to get to high school, and in bad weather it was a problem sometimes to make my eight o'clock class on time. Like others, I often missed school to help on the farm, especially in the fall, until after harvest, and in the spring, during planting season.
Ezra Taft Benson
#60. Like a tree which does not hurry the flow of its sap and stands at ease in the spring gales without fearing that no summer may follow.
Rainer Maria Rilke
#61. There was something tender and gentle about our love, something a little shy, that was like early spring.
Sheldon Vanauken
#62. Really, we don't relate our Atlanta setup to here. I feel like the shock [absorber] package will be different and the springs will certainly be different than Atlanta.
Mark Martin
#63. It was dark now, and broodingly sluggish. Like something supine waiting to spring, with just the tip of its tail twitching. Leaves stood still on the trees. An evil green star glinted in the black sky like a hostile eye, like an evil spying eye.
("For The Rest Of Her Life")
Cornell Woolrich
#64. Once they've borne children, mothers can construct virtually any costume using scissors, felt, Elmer's glue, and a leftover pen spring. They're like the Special Forces of crafts.
Drew Magary
#65. The way you're talking ... " Tears were shining in Kian's eyes. "It sounds like you don't think you're coming back." Kian to Bree, Spring Frost (Frost Series #7)
Kailin Gow
#66. There is love like a small lamp, which goes out when the oil is consumed; or like a stream which dries up when it doesn't rain. But there is a love that is like a mighty spring gushing up out of the earth; it keeps flowing forever, and is inexhaustible.
Isaac Of Nineveh
#67. That sounds a lot like, ' I have more secrets that I'm going to spring on you whenever I feel like stopping your heart dead in your chest.
Sarah J. Maas
#68. You don't look at the problem all at once, or it's like being caught in a spring flood under a downpour. You tackle the problem in pieces ...
Sherwood Smith
#69. Truly, a command of gall cannot be obeyed like one of sugar. A man must require just and reasonable things; if he would see the scales of obedience properly trimmed. From orders which are improper, springs resistance, which is not easily overcome.
Giambattista Basile
#70. In the spring or warmer weather when the snow thaws in the woods the tracks of winter reappear on slender pedestals and the snow reveals in palimpsest old buried wanderings, struggles, scenes of death. Tales of winter brought to light again like time turned back upon itself.
Cormac McCarthy
#71. I think about my mother every day. But usually the thoughts are fleeting - she crosses my mind like a spring cardinal that flies past the edge of your eye: startling, luminous, lovely ... gone.
Meghan O'Rourke
#72. I've knitted myself a hat, it's plum red with an appealing lace pattern, I figured that a few air holes would be nice now that it's spring. I put it on and feel like a cranberry in the snow, and I wonder if they can see me from the moon. Me and the Great Wall.
Kjersti Annesdatter Skomsvold
#73. Chrysanthemums," my friend commented as we moved through our garden stalking flower-show blossoms with decapitating shears, "are like lions. Kingly characters. I always expect them to spring. To turn on me with a growl and a roar.
Truman Capote
#74. The fountain has not played itself out, the Flame still shines, the River still flows, the Spring still bubbles forth, the Light has not faded. But between us and It, there is a veil which is more like fifty feet of solid concrete. Deus absconditus. Or we have absconded.
R.D. Laing
#75. My family moved - first to Washington, D.C., and then, in the spring of 1975, to Lebanon, where my father worked as a diplomat at the American embassy. My parents were enthusiastic about the move, so my older brother and I felt like we were off to some place kind of cool.
Greg Kinnear
#76. Generations of men are like the leaves.
In winter, winds blow them down to earth,
but then, when spring season comes again,
the budding wood grows more. And so with men:
one generation grows, another dies away.
Homer
#77. Most of those old settlers told it like it was, rough and rocky. They named their towns Rimrock, Rough Rock, Round Rock, and Wide Ruins, Skull Valley, Bitter Springs, Wolf Hole, Tombstone. It's a tough country. The names of Arizona towns tell you all you need to know.
Charles Kuralt
#78. even after all these winters, I see you sitting there, perched at the edge of sunlight, feeling like the invitation of spring
Brian Andreas
#79. God is love, and when we pray we are drawing near to love, and all our hatred must melt away like the snow melts when the sun shines on it in spring. Leave Lucien to God, Annette. He rewards both good and evil, but remember, He loves Lucien just the same as He loves Dani.
Patricia St. John
#80. Many a genius has been slow of growth. Oaks that flourish for a thousand years do not spring up into beauty like a reed.
George Henry Lewes
#81. Revolution is like a love story. When you are in love, you become a much better person. And when you are in revolution, you become a much better person.
Alaa Al Aswany
#82. If it were not so frightening it would be amusing to observe the pride and complacency with which we, like children, take apart the watch, pull out the spring and make a toy of it, and are then surprised when the watch stops working.
Leo Tolstoy
#83. They claim this mother of ours, the earth, for their own and fence their neighbors away; they deface her with their buildings and their refuse. That nation is like a spring freshet that overruns its banks and destroys all who are in its path. We cannot dwell side by side.
Sitting Bull
#84. As every season seems best to us in its turn, so the coming in of spring is like the creation of Cosmos out of Chaos and the realization of the Golden Age.
Henry David Thoreau
#85. True poetry, like the religious prompting itself, springs from the emotional side of a man's complex nature, and is ever in harmony with his highest intuitions and aspirations.
Epes Sargent
#86. It was one of those Hobart spring nights, cold as charity, snow coming down hard on the mountain, the harbour a lather, sleet slapping and scratching at windows and tin roofs like a wild drunk who's been locked out.
Richard Flanagan
#87. I would like to believe when I die that I have given myself away like a tree that sows seed every spring and never counts the loss, because it is not loss, it is adding to future life. It is the tree's way of being. Strongly rooted perhaps, but spilling out its treasure on the wind.
May Sarton
#88. No one showed him how to live in his clothes, how and elbow needs to worry its way through a sweater like the nub of a spring bulb, poking finally, through the rank, wet earth.
Julie Bruck
#89. Earthly pride is like the passing flower, that springs to fall, and blossoms but to die.
Henry Kirke White
#90. God never uses duct tape to fix things - He will take your flesh and blood if you offer it to Him and use it like Play-Doh: "Behold, I will do a new thing, now it shall spring forth; shall you not know it?" (Isa. 43:19 NKJV). I did know it, in the calm after my storm.
Rick Lawrence
#91. 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
#92. The air is like a butterfly
With frail blue wings.
The happy earth looks at the sky
And sings.
Joyce Kilmer
#93. Their lips met with a tenderness Kate had not dreamed possible. The weeks of heart-break and uncertainty, the pain of wasted days, and the despair of unfulfilled dreams released her like winter surrenders its ruthless grip on the frozen earth in early spring. Did every kiss hold such promise?
Jennifer Beckstrand
#94. Some people fall head over heels. Other people begin to fall without even knowing it - love grows like a spring flower beneath last autumn's leaves and catches them by surprise.
Elizabeth Chandler
#95. Los Angeles has no seasons, so it's kind of hard to keep track of time here. The lines between spring, summer, fall, and winter all blur like my vision. I get stuck on repeat for different measures of eternity.
Kris Kidd
#96. When my bed is empty, Makes me feel awful mean and blue. My springs are getting rusty, Living single like I do.
Bessie Smith
#97. I met his dark brown eyes. His fingers skimmed the back of my hand. The sensation tickled like a spring breeze yet hit me like a wave rushing from the ocean.
Katie McGarry
#98. The generation of mankind is like the generation of leaves. The wind scatters the leaves on the ground, but the living tree burgeons with leaves again in the spring.
Homer
#99. Mom and I often talked about the trip we'd someday take together to the 'city of eternal spring' where she was born. In Kunming, she said, the fruits are sweeter, the mountains look like Chinese paintings, and the weather is always perfect.
Tess Gerritsen
#100. On soft Spring nights I'll stand in the yard under the stars - Something good will come out of all things yet - And it will be golden and eternal just like that - There's no need to say another word.
Jack Kerouac
