Burl Ives Quotes

Spring drew on... and a greenness grew over those brown beds, which, freshening daily, suggested the thought that hope traversed them at night and left each morning brighter traces of her steps.

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.

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

The spring wakes us, nurtures us and revitalizes us. How often does your spring come? If you are a prisoner of the calendar, it comes once a year. If you are creating authentic power, it comes frequently, or very frequently.

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.

A hush is over everything, Silent as women wait for love; The world is waiting for the spring.

If Winter comes, can Spring be far behind?

The suffering of the Bahamian people is nearly ended. A new day is coming. It is almost here.

Today a new sun rises for me; everything lives, everything is animated, everything seems to speak to me of my passion, everything invites me to cherish it.

From the end spring new beginnings.

Today is a new day for the land.

That is one good thing about this world... there are always sure to be more springs.

Spring is God's way of saying, 'One more time!'

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

The sun is new each day.

The day the Lord created hope was probably the same day he created Spring.

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

It is never too late to begin rebuilding, Though all into ruins your life seems hurled; For see! how the light of the New Year is gilding The wan, worn face of the bruised old world.

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

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

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.”

How can I say what it was like to breathe again? I felt newborn. I staggered in the light of the world and took deep gulps of fresh sea air. It was late in the day: the wet mouth of the afternoon was full on my face. My soul blossomed in that brief moment as they led me out of doors. I fell, my skirts in the mud, and I turned my face upwards as if in prayer. I could have wept from the relief of light.