Du Fu Quotes

Behold, my friends, the spring is come; the earth has gladly received the embraces of the sun, and we shall soon see the results of their love!

I think the tree is an element of regeneration which in itself is a concept of time.

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

Our business is with life, not death.

Nothing is so beautiful as spring - when weeds, in wheels, shoot long and lovely and lush; Thrush's eggs look little low heavens, and thrush through the echoing timber does so rinse and wring the ear, it strikes like lightning to hear him sing.

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.

The sun is new each day.

Nature is infinitely creative. It is always producing the possibility of new beginnings.

I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead; I lift my eyes and all is born again.

The month of May was come, when every lusty heart beginneth to blossom, and to bring forth fruit.

Each day is a little life: every waking and rising a little birth, every fresh morning a little youth, every going to rest and sleep a little death.

Ireland, in breadth, and for wholesomeness and serenity of climate, far surpasses Britain; for the snow scarcely ever lies there above three days: no man makes hay in the summer for winter's provision, or builds stables for his beasts of burden... the island abounds in milk and honey.

The death of what's dead is the birth of what's living.

When all the world appears to be in a tumult, and nature itself is feeling the assault of climate change, the seasons retain their essential rhythm. Yes, fall gives us a premonition of winter, but then, winter, will be forced to relent, once again, to the new beginnings of soft greens, longer light, and the sweet air of spring.

I love the rain. I want the feeling of it on my face.

Sweet April showers do spring May flowers.

I always figure I have this tree and there's always some green fruit that's not ready to pick or blossoms that are ready to flower; there are always some ready to drop off too.

The Empress has been connected with the ideas of universal fecundity and in a general sense with activity.

Thank you, dear God, for this good life and forgive us if we do not love it enough. Thank you for the rain. And for the chance to wake up in three hours and go fishing: I thank you for that now, because I won't feel so thankful then.

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

Life begets life. Energy creates energy. It is by spending oneself that one becomes rich.

Destroying is a necessary function in life. Everything has its season, and all things eventually lose their effectiveness and die.

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

Vines will be planted, corn will spring up, a whole growth of new crops; and people will still fall in love in vintages and harvests yet to come. Life is eternal; it is a perpetual renewal of birth and growth.

We love the sight of the brown and ruddy earth; it is the color of life, while a snow-covered plain is the face of death. Yet snow is but the mask of the life-giving rain; it, too, is the friend of man, the tender, sculpturesque, immaculate, warming, fertilizing snow.