Sitting Bull Quotes

The month of May was come, when every lusty heart beginneth to blossom, and to bring forth fruit.

Poor, dear, silly Spring, preparing her annual surprise!

The earth has received the embrace of the sun and we shall see the results of that love.

This morning's scene is good and fine, Long rain has not harmed the land.

The madness of spring is so enticing. I love it when things are opening up and emerging from the ground. I also love the middle of summer when fruit is bursting forth, but I even love the garden in the winter when everything is resting.

It was such a pleasure to sink one's hands into the warm earth, to feel at one's fingertips the possibilities of the new season.

Spring is when life's alive in everything.

Spring is a true reconstructionist.

Spring is when you feel like whistling even with a shoe full of slush.

Nothing is so beautiful as spring - when weeds, in wheels, shoot long and lovely and lush; Thrush's eggs look little low heavens, and thrush through the echoing timber does so rinse and wring the ear, it strikes like lightning to hear him sing.

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

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

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.

The sun is new each day.

Spring is nature's way of saying, 'Let's party!'

Vines will be planted, corn will spring up, a whole growth of new crops; and people will still fall in love in vintages and harvests yet to come. Life is eternal; it is a perpetual renewal of birth and growth.

The children with the streamlets sing, When April stops at last her weeping; And every happy growing thing Laughs like a babe just roused from sleeping.

Spring, which germinated in the earth, moved also with a strange restlessness, in the hearts of... women. As the weeks passed, inextinguishable hope, which mounts with the rising sap, looked from their faces.

New beginnings and new shoots Spring again from hidden roots Pull or stab or cut or burn, Love must ever yet return.

April ... hath put a spirit of youth in everything.

Realise when you are 'middle aged' you have a chance for a whole second career, another love, another life.