Top 72 Spring Tree Quotes
#1. Spring Tree of Brattleboro, Vermont does not use it. This is the kind I recommend.
Various
#2. Outside, a birch tree bends from the weight of the snow. it'll spring back up once the snow melts, back to its normal, upright self.
could that happen to me ?
Carrie Jones
#3. Earth teach me to forget myself
as melted snow forgets its life.
Earth teach me resignation
as the leaves which die in the fall.
Earth teach me courage
as the tree which stands all alone.
Earth teach me regeneration
as the seed which rises in the spring.
William Alexander
#4. No one can look at a pine tree in winter without knowing that spring will come again in due time.
Frank Bolles
#5. The life of the earth comes up with a rush in the springtime. All the wild seeds of weed and thistle, the sprouts of vine and bush and tree, are trying to take the fields. Farmers must fight them with harrow and plow and hoe; they must plant the good seeds quickly.
Laura Ingalls Wilder
#6. The love of truth is the stimulus to all noble conversation. This is the root of all the charities. The tree which springs from it may have a thousand branches, but they will all bear a golden and generous fruitage.
Orville Dewey
#7. We come from God. As the tree from the root and the stream from the spring; that's why we should always be in contact with Him, as the trunk from the root. Because the stream dries up when it is separated from the spring and the tree dies when is uprooted.
Pythagoras
#8. He hesitated, but then stepped beneath the tree and knelt, depositing me gently on the ground between two giant roots. And he stayed there, kneeling beside me, holding my hand in his. Something splashed the back of my hand, cold as spring water, crystalling to my skin. A faery's tears.
Julie Kagawa
#9. The naked earth is warm with Spring,
And with green grass and bursting trees
Leans to the sun's kiss glorying,
And quivers in the sunny breeze.
Julian Grenfell
#10. Spring rain conveyed under the trees in drops.
Matsuo Basho
#11. The difference between a gun and a tree is a difference of tempo. The tree explodes every spring.
Ezra Pound
#12. Break open
A cherry tree
And there are no flowers;
But the spring breeze
Brings forth myriad blossoms.
Ikkyu
#13. We, drinking love at the furthest springs,
Covered with love as a covering tree,
We had grown as gods, as the gods above,
Filled from the heart to the lips with love,
Held fast in his hands, clothed warm with his wings,
O love, my love, had you loved but me!
Algernon Charles Swinburne
#14. The stark gray sky and bare tree limbs feel more suited to her than the uncomplicated promise of sunny spring days.
Christina Baker Kline
#16. 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
#17. It cuts one sadly to see the grief of old people; they've no way o' working it off; and the new spring brings no new shoots out on the withered tree.
George Eliot
#18. Unforgiveness,
splinter in your breastbone, lives
there lodged like a small tree.
Withers in winter, looms
in spring. Its fruit is sweet
on first bite, then turns
into the taste of your own flesh.
Katerina Stoykova Klemer
#19. Our destiny often looks like a fruit-tree in winter. Who would think from its pitiable aspect that those rigid boughs, those rough twigs could next spring again be green, bloom, and even bear fruit? Yet we hope it, we know it.
Johann Wolfgang Von Goethe
#21. From all these trees, in the salads, the soup, everywhere, cherry blossoms fall.
Matsuo Basho
#22. It is Pau-kala. The branch is still bare. The old tree's leaves will never return - they are a memory and a song. But there is a sapling, there is a sapling right beside that old tree, and it's trembling with promise. There will be a spring again.
Alma Alexander
#23. Spring came slowly to the Bronx with a lot of rain & soft water-color tree blossoms.
Suzanne Palmieri
#24. Taking inspiration from a tree: her roots provide nutrients, they are sheltered from autumn's bluster and winter's frost. It is only when the heated light of spring has called to her and the kiss of summer has loved her, that a tree bears her fruit for all to see.
Eva
#25. Oh, sweet cherry tree-
how lovely your blossoms are.
Spring brings joy to life.
A.K. White
#26. If a man does not keep pace with his
companions, perhaps it is because he hears a different drummer. Let
him step to the music which he hears, however measured or far away.
It is not important that he should mature as soon as an apple-tree or
an oak. Shall he turn his spring into summer?
Henry David Thoreau
#27. Watching a spring training game is as exciting as watching a tree form its annual ring.
Jerry Izenberg
#28. Buttercups and daisies,
Oh, the pretty flowers;
Coming ere the spring time,
To tell of sunny hours.
When the trees are leafless;
When the fields are bare;
Buttercups and daisies
Spring up here and there.
Mary Howitt
#29. What is a tiny insignificant seed that, when Spring arrives, It should not be annihilated for a tree to arrive.
Rumi
#30. It is better to live under a tree in a jungle inhabited by tigers and elephants, to maintain oneself in such a place with ripe fruits and spring water, to lie down on grass and to wear the ragged barks of trees than to live amongst one's relations when reduced to poverty.
Chanakya
#31. Never cut a tree down in the wintertime. Never make a negative decision in the low time. Never make your most important decisions when you are in your worst moods. Wait. Be patient. The storm will pass. The spring will come.
Robert H. Schuller
#32. To be an artist means: not to reckon and count; to ripen like the tree which does not force its sap and stands confident in the storms of Spring without fear lest no Summer might come after.
Rainer Maria Rilke
#33. When the leaves of the strongest tree fall, spring is here.
Henry Ford
#34. Of the infinite variety of fruits which spring from the bosom of the earth, the trees of the wood are the greatest in dignity.
Susan Fenimore Cooper
#35. Unless a tree has borne blossoms in spring, you will vainly look for fruit on it in autumn.
Walter Scott
#36. Being an artist means, not reckoning and counting, but ripening like the tree which does not force its sap and stands confidence in the storms of spring without fear that after them may come no summer
Rainer Maria Rilke
#37. She walks in the loveliness she made,
Between the apple-blossom and the water
She walks among the patterned pied brocade,
Each flower her son, and every tree her daughter.
Vita Sackville-West
#38. Cut down the forest, not just a tree. Out of the forest of desire springs danger. By cutting down both the forest of desire and the brushwood of longing, be rid of the forest, bhikkhus.
Gautama Buddha
#39. A tree 'fires' its leaves every autumn, and a mother bird 'fires' its babies from the nest in spring, right? Be alert to the need to call an end to a relationship within your business, and if it's your turn to fire, do it swiftly.
Andrea J. Lee
#40. 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
#41. Just as a tree, though cut down, sprouts up again if its roots remain uncut and firm, even so, until the craving that lies dormant is rooted out, suffering springs up again and again.
Gautama Buddha
#42. Here I find the true nature of the tree - not in the bulk of its shape but in the way its form alters my vision of the world.
Stefanie Brook Trout
#43. In snowbound, voiceless, mountain depths, to herald spring, pine trees sound in tune.
Princess Shikishi
#44. Spring hangs her infant blossoms on the trees, Rock'd in the cradle of the western breeze.
William Cowper
#45. 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
#46. A tree can be tempted out of its winter dormancy by a few hours of southerly sun - the readiness to believe in spring is stronger than sleep or sanity.
Amy Leach
#47. 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
#48. I never see that prettiest thing- A cherry bough gone white with Spring- But what I think, How gay 'twould be To hang me from a flowering tree.
Dorothy Parker
#49. The thorns which I have reap'd are of the tree
I planted; they have torn me, and I bleed.
I should have known what fruit would spring from such a seed.
George Gordon Byron
#50. The leaves of the tree were yellow, as though they have absorbed all the spring sunshine and were saving it for winter.
Sarah Blakley-Cartwright
#51. We spring from one great tree of life; when the root of the tree is watered with love, we all thrive.
Janet Autherine
#52. I want to do for you what the spring does for the cherry trees
Pablo Neruda
#53. Each tree hears signals from an unseen internal time system ... perhaps even from the stars ... Then the tree renews its conquest of the air every spring.
Ned Hayes
#54. 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
#55. The tree is stripped,
All color, fragrance gone,
Yet already on the bough,
Uncaring spring!
Ikkyu
#57. My father moved through theys of we, singing each new leaf out of each tree, (and every child was sure that spring danced when she heard my father sing) ...
Mitch Albom
#58. It is difficult to uproot fully grown plants; they become diseased and often perish. In Russia now they practise winter transplanting: a tree is dug up while it is in a dormant condition. In spring it comes back to life in a new place. A good method, especially as a tree has no memory.
Ilya Ehrenburg
#59. Cats, based on their corporeal existence, have a different view on trees even if one dismisses the fruit eating aspect. A closer look at common domestic feline behaviour makes these views spring forth like a kitten pouncing on a ball of yarn. It can be hard to miss.
Leviak B. Kelly
#60. Now Nature hangs her mantle green
On every blooming tree,
And spreads her sheets o'daisies white
Out o'er the grassy lea.
Robert Burns
#61. Walking on willow tree roads by a river dappled with peach blossoms, I look for spring light, but am everywhere lost. Birds fly up and scatter floating catkins. A ponderous wave of flowers sags the branches.
Wang Wei
#62. Affections injured by tyranny, or rigor of compulsion, like tempest-threatened trees, unfirmly rooted, never spring to timely growth
John Ford
#63. Change like a tree
When it is winter
Don't complain or fear
Just wait for the spring
To bloom and sing
Debasish Mridha
#64. Loveliest of trees, the cherry now
Is hung with bloom along the bough.
A.E. Housman
#65. Break open the cherry tree: where are the blossoms? Just wait for spring time to see how they bloom.
Ikkyu
#66. The bones of the oak tree that had stood by the spring branch during my youth were scattered about the ground, pieces of the skeleton of a majestic life that had passed while I was off growing up and old.
Dan Groat
#67. Our hearts seemed safe in our breasts and sang to the Light The marrow in the bone We dreamed was safe ... the blood in the veins, the sap in the tree Were springs of Deity.
Edith Sitwell
#68. When the Divine Artist would produce a poem, He plants a germ of it in a human soul, and out of that soul the poem springs and grows as from the rose-tree the rose.
James A. Garfield
#69. I wanted to turn everything off, too. Just press a button - click - and shut myself down. Turn off my heart, turn off my mind, turn off my body - just lie there, senseless, like a dormant tree in winter, waiting for the spring to return.
Kevin Brooks
#70. The roofs are shining from the rain,
The sparrows twitter as they fly,
And with a windy April grace
The little clouds go by.
Yet the back yards are bare and brown
With only one unchanging tree-
I could not be so sure of Spring
Save that it sings in me.
Sara Teasdale
#71. The oak tree:
not interested
in cherry blossoms.
Matsuo Basho
#72. Cling, swing, Spring, sing, Swing up into the apple tree.
T. S. Eliot
