Poetry About Spring Quotes & Sayings

[ ... ] I always wondered how love could translate into an emergency room visit. — Lisa Kleypas

Adversity relieves people of vanity and egotism. It discourages selfishness by proving that no one can succeed without the cooperation of others. — Napoleon Hill

If I'm still wistful about On the Road, I look on the rest of the Kerouac oeuvre
the poems, the poems!
in horror. Read Satori in Paris lately? But if I had never read Jack Kerouac's horrendous poems, I never would have had the guts to write horrendous poems myself. I never would have signed up for Mrs. Safford's poetry class the spring of junior year, which led me to poetry readings, which introduced me to bad red wine, and after that it's all just one big blurry condemned path to journalism and San Francisco. — Sarah Vowell

One sort of optional thing you might do is to realize there are six seasons instead of four. The poetry of four seasons is all wrong for this part of the planet, and this may explain why we are so depressed so much of the time. I mean, Spring doesn't feel like Spring a lot of the time, and November is all wrong for Fall and so on. Here is the truth about the seasons: Spring is May and June! What could be springier than May and June? Summer is July and August. Really hot, right? Autumn is September and October. See the pumpkins? Smell those burning leaves. Next comes the season called "Locking." That is when Nature shuts everything down. November and December aren't Winter. They're Locking. Next comes Winter, January and February. Boy! Are they ever cold! What comes next? Not Spring. Unlocking comes next. What else could April be? — Kurt Vonnegut

I do think that film is closest of all to music. Notes and chords on their own don't mean anything. They only mean something when you juxtapose them with something else — Michael Koresky

Sunlight slanted through the windows, turning his eyes the color of strong tea. — Leigh Bardugo

Hell, yeah," Steve replied, his chocolate brown eyes wide with wonder. "I love the supernatural." "Dude, we are the supernatural," Chris replied. — Jody Morse

Change like a tree
When it is winter
Don't complain or fear
Just wait for the spring
To bloom and sing — Debasish Mridha

I pray that you win, that you never ever pay for any of my sins — Banky W.

There are so many tender and holy emotions flying about in our inward world, which, like angels, can never assume the body of an outward act; so many rich and lovely flowers spring up which bear no seed, that it is a happiness poetry was invented, which receives into its limbs all these incorporeal spirits, and the perfume of all these flowers. — Jean Paul

Belief in the Law of Small Numbers. — Daniel Kahneman

Oh that it were with me
As with the flower;
Blooming on its own tree
For butterfly and bee
Its summer morns:
That I might bloom mine hour
A rose in spite of thorns.
Oh that my work were done
As birds' that soar
Rejoicing in the sun:
That when my time is run
And daylight too,
I so might rest once more
Cool with refreshing dew. — Christina Rossetti

In the early '70s, coming out of the '60s, it was very hippy or it was very uniform, like The Beatles all wearing the same suit. Into the '70s, it became much more about a personal style. You had the glam period, which was a lot of fun, and then you went into punk. — John Varvatos

Sarah. Sarah. Sarah. I can't get away from myself. — A.S. King

It is always dangerous to treat simultaneity as causation — David Harvey