Johann Wolfgang von Goethe Quotes

Every spring is the only spring, a perpetual astonishment.

The first wild-flower of the year is like land after sea.

Each moment of the year has its own beauty.

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.

Is life worth living? Yes, so long As Spring revives the year, And hails us with the cuckoo's song, To show that she is here.

Most gladly would I give the blood-stained laurel for the first violet which March brings us, the fragrant pledge of the new-fledged year.

Heaven's Virginia when the year's at its Spring.

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

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.

Autumn is a second spring when every leaf is a flower.

Now the Earth with many flowers puts on her spring embroidery

The first sparrow of spring! The year beginning with younger hope than ever!... What at such a time are histories, chronologies, traditions, and all written revelations? The brooks sing carols and glees to the spring.

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

Nor is a day lived if the dawn is left out of it, with the prospects it opens. Who speaks charmingly of nature or of mankind, like him who comes bibulous of sunrise and the fountains of waters?

The beauty of winter is that it makes you appreciate spring.

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

All the spring may be hidden in the single bud, and the low ground nest of the lark may hold the joy that is to herald the feet of many rose-red dawns.

Welcome as the flowers in May.

I think the coming of spring, the stars overhead, the first snowfall and so on are gifts for a child, a young poet.