Oscar Wilde Quotes

Each of us is a seed, a silent promise, and it is always Spring.

Sweet April showers do spring May flowers.

The cool wind blew in my face and all at once I felt as if I had shed dullness from myself. Before me lay a long gray line with a black mark down the center. The birds were singing. It was spring.

Spring is come home with her world-wandering feet, And all things are made young with your desires.

A hush is over everything, Silent as women wait for love; The world is waiting for the spring.

I am going to notice the lights of the earth, the sun and the moon and the stars, the lights of our candles as we march, the lights with which spring teases us, the light that is already present.

Welcome, wild harbinger of spring! To this small nook of earth; Feeling and fancy fondly cling, Round thoughts which owe their birth, To thee, and to the humble spot, Where chance has fixed thy lowly lot.

Nourish beginnings, let us nourish beginnings. Not all things are blest, but the seeds of all things are blest. The blessing is in the seed.

I shine in tears like the sun in April.

That is one good thing about this world... there are always sure to be more springs.

Her face betokened all things dear and good, The light of somewhat yet to come was there Asleep, and waiting for the opening day, When childish thoughts, like flowers would drift away.

The beautiful spring came; and when Nature resumes her loveliness, the human soul is apt to revive also.

I love better to count time from spring to spring; it seems to me far more cheerful to reckon the year by blossoms than by blight.

I am full of a sense of promise, like I often have: the feeling of always being at the beginning.

I think optimism springs from nature. I'm a gardener. Nature has taught me about rhythm, the essence of every art. With so much that is terrible, nature gives me pleasure.

I'm continually inspired by nature, and the rainbow is one of nature's greatest optical phenomenons. The sighting of a rainbow never fails to bring a smile to people's faces. They signify optimism and positivity: with them comes the sunshine after the rain.

Beauty shall rise with the dawn from the east.

When spring came, even the false spring, there were no problems except where to be happiest.

Spring drew on... and a greenness grew over those brown beds, which, freshening daily, suggested the thought that hope traversed them at night and left each morning brighter traces of her steps.

No Winter lasts forever, no Spring skips its turn. April is a promise that May is bound to keep, and we know it.

Maybe love is like rain. Sometimes gentle, sometimes torrential, flooding, eroding, joyful, steady, filling the earth, collecting in underground springs. When it rains, when we love, life grows.