Hugo Claus Quotes

The February sunshine steeps your boughs and tints the buds and swells the leaves within.

June is bustin' out all over.

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

The flower is the poetry of reproduction. It is an example of the eternal seductiveness of life.

Sweet April showers do spring May flowers.

Too late for fruit, too soon for flowers.

I feel a physical happiness when spring is coming.

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.

Beneath the winter's snow lie germs of summer flowers.

When the sappy boughs Attire themselves with blooms, sweet rudiments Of future harvest.

Where unwilling dies the rose; buds the new another year.

Blossom by blossom the spring begins.

Spring, / you are a pinking shears: you cut / fresh edges on the world.

The older I grow the more do I love spring and spring flowers. Is it so with you?

There were so many miracles at work: that a blossom might become a peach, that a bee could make honey in its thorax, that rain might someday fall. I thought then about the seasons changing, and in the gray of night I could almost will myself to see the azure sky, the gold of the maple leaves, the crimson of the ripe apples, the hoarfrost on the grass.

Spring's first conviction is a wealth beyond its whole experience.

In our hearts those of us who know anything worth knowing know that in March a new year begins, and if we plan any new leaves, it will be when the rest of Nature is planning them too.

Spring is the time of plans and projects.