Oliver Herford Quotes

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

I am thankful that in a troubled world no calamity can prevent the return of spring.

Winter isn't forever. Winter is always followed by spring. And it's how to take advantage of whatever season you're in.

And then, despite everything, I smiled and looked at the note and knew that spring would come —it always does. so I stared out that cold window, watching my breath collect on the glass, trying not to think about my life after the thaw.

Never give up hope, spring will come.

I know there will be spring, as surely as the birds know it when they see above the snow two tiny, quivering green leaves. Spring cannot fail us.

With rushing winds and gloomy skies The dark and stubborn Winter dies: Far-off, unseen, Spring faintly cries, Bidding her earliest child arise; March!

Our destiny often looks like a fruit-tree in winter. Who would think from its pitiable aspect that those rigid boughs, those rough twigs could next spring again be green, bloom, and even bear fruit? Yet we hope it, we know it.

I can still bring into my body the joy I felt at seeing the first trillium of spring, which seemed to be telling me, “Never give up hope, spring will come.”

All human life has its seasons and cycles, and no one's personal chaos can be permanent. Winter, after all, gives way to spring and summer, though sometimes when branches stay dark and the earth cracks with ice, one thinks they will never come, that spring, and that summer, but they do, and always.

But only a person in the depths of despair neglected to look beyond winter to the spring that inevitably followed, bringing back color and life and hope.

Don't you know that day dawns after night, showers displace drought, and spring and summer follow winter? Then, have hope! Hope forever, for God will not fail you!

In every winter's heart there is a quivering spring, and behind the veil of each night there is a shining dawn.

This is a terrible hour, but it is often that darkest point which precedes the rise of day; that turn of the year when the icy January wind carries over the waste at once the dirge of departing winter, and the prophecy of coming spring.

Nothing ever seems impossible in spring, you know.

Expect to have hope rekindled. The dry seasons in life do not last. The spring rains will come again.

No matter how difficult the situation is, it won't last forever. What follows the night is the day. What follows the winter is the spring.

In my own life, as winters turn into spring, I find it not only hard to cope with mud but also hard to credit the small harbingers of larger life to come, hard to hope until the outcome is secure. Spring teaches me to look more carefully for the green stems of possibility; for the intuitive hunch that may turn into a larger insight, for the glance or touch that may thaw a frozen relationship, for the stranger's act of kindness that makes the world seem hospitable again.

While there is life, there is hope.

I believe in process. I believe in four seasons. I believe that winter's tough, but spring's coming. I believe that there's a growing season. And I think that you realize that in life, you grow. You get better.

In the depth of winter I finally learned that there was in me an invincible summer.

With the coming of spring, I am calm again.

I do hope that our spring will be starting shortly and we will all be able to enjoy some sunshine again.

While there's life, there's hope.