Beautiful Flower & Spring Quotes to Celebrate the Season (2024)

Come the spring with all its splendor all its birds and all its blossoms. All its flowers and leaves and grasses.

Now every field is clothed with grass, and every tree with leaves; now the woods put forth their blossoms, and the year assumes its gay attire.

I believe in the process. I believe in four seasons. I believe that winter’s tough, but spring’s coming. I believe that there’s a growing season. And I think that you realize that in life, you grow. You get better.

Spring passes and one remembers one’s innocence. Summer passes and one remembers one’s exuberance. Autumn passes and one remembers one’s reverence. Winter passes and one remembers one’s perseverance.

Spring’s greatest joy beyond a doubt is when it brings the children out.

I love spring anywhere, but if I could choose I would always greet it in a garden.

She was a bit like spring; wild as the wind and fickle as the weather, but her love ran deep as tree roots.

Springtime is the land awakening. The March winds are the morning yawn. ~ Lewis Grizzard

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

I glanced out of the window at the signs of spring. The sky was almost blue, the trees were almost budding, the sun was almost bright.

Our Lord has written the promise of resurrection, not in books alone, but in every leaf in springtime.

And just like that…winter opened cold bleary eyes to the newborn colors of spring.

I suppose the best kind of spring morning is the best weather God has to offer.

We can’t possibly have a summer love. So many people have tried that the name’s become proverbial. Summer is only the unfulfilled promise of spring, a charlatan in place of the warm balmy nights I dream of in April. It’s a sad season of life without growth…It has no day.

Spring is the time of the year when it is summer in the sun and winter in the shade.

It was such a spring day as breathes into a man an ineffable yearning, a painful sweetness, a longing that makes him stand motionless, looking at the leaves or grass, and fling out his arms to embrace he knows not what.

This is the season of exquisite redemption, a slam-bang return to joy after a season of cold second thoughts.

No matter how chaotic it is, wildflowers will still spring up in the middle of nowhere.

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

Nostalgia in reverse, the longing for yet another strange land, grew especially strong in spring.

Every spring is the only spring, a perpetual astonishment.

Spring heralds the return of the sun’s warmth, the renewal of life, and the reappearance of green and color everywhere.

The air is like a butterfly With frail blue wings. The happy earth looks at the sky and sings.

Spring is not a season; it is a mysterious illusionist who sets off fireworks in the depths of our soul!

The sun has come out… and the air is vivid with spring light.

Hoe while it is spring, and enjoy the best anticipations. It is not much matter if things do not turn out well.

To find the universal elements enough; to find the air and the water exhilarating; to be refreshed by a morning walk or an evening saunter… to be thrilled by the stars at night; to be elated over a bird’s nest or a wildflower in spring – these are some of the rewards of the simple life.

The point is that the pleasures of spring are available to everybody, and cost nothing.

If you’ve never been thrilled to the very edges of your soul by a flower in spring bloom, maybe your soul has never been in bloom.

Awake, thou wintry earth. Fling off thy sadness! Fair vernal flowers, laugh forth your ancient gladness!

Spring unlocks the flowers to paint the laughing soil.

And the birds sang their songs of love. And the flowers serenaded with their sublime fragrances. And the whole world fell in love in spring!

Happiness held is the seed; happiness shared is the flower.

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.

People ask me what I do in winter when there’s no baseball. I’ll tell you what I do. I stare out the window and wait for spring.

The naked earth is warm with Spring, and with green grass and bursting trees leans to the sun’s kiss glorying, and quivers in the sunny breeze.

Oh, Spring is surely coming, Her couriers fill the air; Each morn are new arrivals, Each night her ways prepare; I scent her fragrant garments, Her foot is on the stair.

Spring is Mother Nature at her best.

Despite the forecast, live like it’s spring.

Spring work is going on with joyful enthusiasm.

Self-love is the most important component in blooming.

Spring is sooner recognized by plants than by men.

A swallow can not be spring.

Walk lightly in the spring; Mother Earth is pregnant.

Sunshine is the best medicine.

Spring is a season of the soul to regain its strength.

The earth laughs in flowers.

I must have flowers, always, always.

She was like springtime distilled into a person.

Sweet April showers bring May flowers.

Spring is the time of plans and projects.

Spring breathes new life into the world around us.

And I think to myself, what a wonderful world.

Spring reminds us that resilience is only a season away.

In winter, I plot and plan. In spring, I move.

Aprils have never meant much to me, autumns seem that season of beginning, spring.

The blooming spring is the smile of the ever-joyful nature.

Can words describe the fragrance of the very breath of spring?

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

She turned to the sunlight And shook her yellow head, And whispered to her neighbor: “Winter is dead.”

Spring: the music of open windows.

There’s nothing more beautiful than watching trees getting dressed up for Spring and Summer.

Spring makes its own statement, so loud and clear that the gardener seems to be only one of the instruments, not the composer.

Science has never drummed up quite as effective a tranquilizing agent as a sunny spring day.

It is spring again. The earth is like a child that knows poems by heart.

The Earth has music for those who listen.

My favorite weather is bird chirping weather.

April prepares her green traffic light and the world thinks Go.

The world is mud-luscious and puddle wonderful.

“Is the spring coming?” he said. “What is it like?”…”It is the sun shining on the rain and the rain falling on the sunshine…”

Spring shows what God can do with a drab and dirty world.

Spring won’t let me stay in this house any longer! I must get out and breathe the air deeply again.

If we had no winter, the spring would not be so pleasant.

By all means, never fail to get all the sunshine and fresh air you can.

An optimist is the human personification of spring.

If the winter has the courage to turn into spring who says I can’t bloom just the same.

To be interested in the changing seasons is a happier state of mind than to be hopelessly in love with spring.

Don’t wait for someone to bring you flowers. Plant your own garden and decorate your own soul.

If people did not love one another, I really don’t see what use there would be in having any spring.

Wait. Be patient. The storm will pass. The spring will come.

The promise of spring’s arrival is enough to get anyone through the bitter winter.

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

You can cut all the flowers but you cannot keep spring from coming.

Spring is a time of new beginnings, new possibilities…What quality would you like to grow this spring?

The deep roots never doubt spring will come.

Your mind is a garden. Your thoughts are the seeds. You can grow flowers or you can grow weeds.

The dry seasons in life do not last. The spring rains will come again.

No matter how long the winter, spring is sure to follow.

When I let go of what I am, I become what I might be.

If winter comes, can spring be far behind?

No winter lasts forever; no spring skips its turn.

The very spring and root of honesty and virtue lie in good education.

The first day of spring is one thing and the first spring day is another. The difference between them is sometimes as great as a month.

Sometimes we can only find our true direction when we let the wind of change carry us.

To plant a garden is to believe in tomorrow.

There are some things one can only achieve by a deliberate leap in the opposite direction.

A warm, rainy day-this is how it feels when friends get together. Friend refreshes friend then, as flowers do each other, in a spring rain.

April has put a spirit of youth in everything.

In the spring, at the end of the day, you should smell like dirt.
~ Margaret Atwood

The sun was warm but the wind was chill / You know how it is with an April day.

Had I known that you would be my first glimpse of spring, I would’ve kissed every fallen petal of my hope along the way.

In springtime, love is carried on the breeze. Watch out for flying passion and kisses whizzing by your head.

A life without love is like a year without spring.

Your love always brings spring to me.

Take me to spring. Let the flowers bloom and our love grow.

Always it’s spring and everyone’s in love and flowers pick themselves.

If I had a single flower for every time I think about you, I could walk forever in my garden.

The first real day of spring is like the first time a boy holds your hand. A flood of skin-tingling warmth consumes you, and everything shines with a fresh, colorful glow, making you forget that anything as cold and harsh as winter ever existed.

Because the birdsong might be pretty, But it’s not for you they sing, And if you think my winter is too cold, You don’t deserve my spring.

Or maybe spring is the season of love and fall the season of mad lust. Spring for flirting but fall for the untamed delicious wild thing.

Spring is the fountain of love for thirsty winter.

I need you like a blossom needs rain like the winter ground needs spring-to soothe my parched soul.

Nobody can go back and start a new beginning but anyone can start today and make a new ending.

From the end spring new beginnings.

Life stands before me like an eternal spring with new and brilliant clothes. ~ Carl Friedrich Gauss

The self-renewing man never feels that he has ‘arrived.’

You are reborn with the roses, in every spring.

What’s so fascinating and frustratingandgreataboutlifeis that you’re constantly starting over, all the time, and I love that.

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.

The promise of spring is that it’s still early enough in the year to make my dreams come true. Or I can change my mind, push the reset button, and start anew.

The colors of spring emerge with the first sweet sounds of songbirds to fill our winter-weary souls; bringing hope, new beginnings, and inspiration.

What we believe to be the end is usually just the beginning.

Spring is proof that there’s beauty in new beginnings.

Every new beginning comes from some other beginning’s end.

Don’t be afraid of change because it’s leading you to a new beginning.

You must learn a new way to think before you master a new way to be.

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.

I think that no matter how old or infirm I may become, I will always plant a large garden in the spring. Who can resist the feelings of hope and joy that one gets from participating in nature’s rebirth?

But only a person in the depths of despair neglected to look beyond winter to the spring that inevitably followed, bringing back color and life and hope.

Spring is painted in daffodil yellows, robin egg blues, new grass green and the brightness of hope for a better life.

How should Spring bring forth a garden on the hard stone? Become earth, that you may grow flowers of many colors. For you have been a heart-breaking rock. Once, for the sake of experiment, be earth!

Don’t insist on going where you think you want to go. Ask the way to the spring

In Winter the bare boughs that seem to sleep Work covertly, preparing for their Spring.

Spring is nature’s way of saying, ‘Let’s Party!’

Finally, my winter fat is gone. Now I have spring rolls.

Alright spring, do your thing.

Dear old man winter, I think you need a vacation you have worked really hard this year It’s time to let spring start pulling some weight around here too!

Spring needs to stand up to winter and kick it in the snowballs.