Charlotte Bronte Quotes

As flowerlets drooped and puckered in the night turn up to the returning sun and spread their petals wide on his new warmth and light-just so my wilted spirits rose again and such a heat of zeal surged through my veins that I was born anew.

Spring is a true reconstructionist.

The cool wind blew in my face and all at once I felt as if I had shed dullness from myself. Before me lay a long gray line with a black mark down the center. The birds were singing. It was spring.

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

As little flowers, which the chill of night has bent and huddled, when the white sun strikes, grow straight and open fully on their stems, so did I, too, with my exhausted force.

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.

Into every empty corner, into all forgotten things and nooks, nature struggles to pour life, pouring life into the dead, life into life itself.

Cheers for spring; for life; for a growing soul.

I rose as from the death that wipes out the sadness of life, and then dies itself in the new morrow.

Spring is when life's alive in everything.

Spring is very energising to me.

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

The spring of the New Age is here, bursting forth in perfect harmony, beauty and abundance; and nothing can stop it from coming about.

Beginning with doom in the bulb, the spring unravels.

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

If Winter comes, can Spring be far behind?

With the coming of spring, I am calm again.

Spring was moving in the air above and in the earth below and around him, penetrating even his dark and lowly little house with its spirit of divine discontent and longing.

From the end spring new beginnings.

Today is a new day for the land.

Places that have experienced great defeat experience a kind of rebirth, which I think America has to do - unless we want to get more decrepit. I don't think we have to destroy the place totally.

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.

From our ugliness will grow the soul of the world.

We will burn the old grass and the new will grow.