"Breathe, Buzz, Hint, Spell, Sigh, Speak, Say, Tell"

"It's spring fever. That is what the name of it is. And when you've got it, you want - oh, you don't quite know what it is you do want, but it just fairly makes your heart ache, you want it so!"

"Spring has returned.  The Earth is like a child that knows poems."

"Every field wears a bonnet
With some spring daisies on it,
Even birds of a feather show their clothes off together.
Sun's gettin' shinery, to spotlight the finery,
Spring, Spring, Spring."

"Springtime is the land awakening.  The March winds are the morning yawn."

"Everything is blooming most recklessly; if it were voices instead of colors, there would be an unbelievable shrieking into the heart of the night."

"And now the sun is climbin' high,
Rising fast on fire,
Glaring down through the gloom,
Gone the gray, I say.
The sun spells the doom
Of the winter's reign,
Ice and chill must retire
Comes the May say I,
And you'll be here to see it.
Stand and breathe it all the day.
Stoop, and feel it. Stop and hear it.
Spring, I say."

"April prepares her green traffic light and the world thinks Go."

"It'll be spring soon. And the orchards will be in blossom. And the birds will be nesting in the hazel thicket. And they'll be sowing the summer barley in the lower fields... and eating the first of the strawberries with cream."

"In springtime, love is carried on the breeze.  Watch out for flying passion or kisses whizzing by your head."

"The day the Lord created hope was probably the same day he created Spring."

"If you've never been thrilled to the very edges of your soul by a flower in spring bloom, maybe your soul has never been in bloom."

"And Spring arose on the garden fair,
Like the Spirit of Love felt everywhere;
And each flower and herb on Earth's dark breast
rose from the dreams of its wintry rest."

"I felt that transition yesterday when I wore my flowered shoes and a kicky skirt—and most importantly, no tights. Pale legged but with a skip in my step: this is how I face spring."

"When the orchards were pink-blossomed again, when the frogs were singing silverly sweet in the marshes about the head of the Lake of Shining Waters, and the air was full of the savor of clover fields and balsamic fir woods, Anne was sitting by her gable window. It had grown too dark to see the book, so she had fallen into wide-eyed reverie, looking out past the boughs of the Snow Queen, once more bestarred with its tufts of blossom. Spring had come once more to Green Gables--the beautiful capricious, reluctant Canadian spring, lingering along through April and May in a succession of sweet, fresh, chilly days, with pink sunsets and miracles of resurrection and growth. The maples in Lover's Lane were red budded and little curly ferns pushed up around the Dryad's Bubble. Away up in the barrens the Mayflowers blossomed out, pink and white stars of sweetness under their brown leaves. After the Mayflowers came the violets, and Violet Vale was empurpled with them. There were pale spring stars shining over fields of mist, there were pussywillows in the marsh."

"No spring is ever just like any other spring."

Quotes from:

Seven Brides for Seven Brothers, lyrics by Johnny Mercer
The Secret Garden, lyrics by Marsha Norman
Lewis Grizzard

Christopher Morley

Rainer Maria Rilke

Mark Twain

Percy Bysshe Shelley

Bern Williams

Terri Guillemets

The Lord of the Rings by J.R.R. Tolkien

Anne of Green Gables and Anne of the Island by L.M. Montgomery