Albert Camus Quotes

Come with me into the woods where spring is advancing, as it does, no matter what, not being singular or particular, but one of the forever gifts, and certainly visible.

When the leaves of the strongest tree fall, spring is here.

This is a beautiful time of year with spring beginning to burst forth in many parts of the world, bringing all of its colors, scents, and cheerful sounds. The miracle of the changing seasons, with the reawakening and rebirth in nature, inspires feelings of love and reverence within us for God's marvelous, creative handiwork.

Spring is a true reconstructionist.

Once something has outlived its usefulness in one area of life, its purpose for being in existence is no longer the same. The leaf that captures a stream of sunlight, and then transfers its energy to the tree, serves one purpose in the spring and summer, and another completely different one through the fall and winter.

Too late for fruit, too soon for flowers.

And suns grow meek, and the meek suns grow brief, and the year smiles as it draws near its death.

Spring beckons! All things to the call respond; the trees are leaving and cashiers abscond.

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.

Like the generations of leaves, the lives of mortal men. Now the wind scatters the old leaves across the earth, now the living timber bursts with the new buds and spring comes round again. And so with men: as one generation comes to life, another dies away.

Now the Earth with many flowers puts on her spring embroidery

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.

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

Fresh spring! / The world is only Nine days old - / These fields and mountains!

Where are the songs of Spring? Aye, where are they? Think not of them; thou has thy music too.

Always it’s Spring)and everyone’s in love and flowers pick themselves.

Almond blossom, sent to teach us That the spring days soon will reach us.