Literary BIts: March 1

March 1 is the first day of Spring, meteorologically speaking, and it can’t get here soon enough! Here are a few of my favorite quotes about Spring:

What a strange thing!

to be alive

beneath cherry blossoms.—Kobayashi Issa

 

Spring has returned. The earth is like a child that knows poems by heart.—Rainer Maria Rilke

Every spring is the only spring, a perpetual astonishment.—Ellis Peters

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

With the coming of spring, I am calm again.—Gustav Mahler

I enjoy the spring more than the autumn now. One does, I think, as one gets older.—Virginia Woolf

It was one of those March days when the sun shines hot and the wind blows cold: when it is summer in the light, and winter in the shade.—Charles Dickens

“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...”—Frances Hodgson Burnett

It's spring fever. That is what the name of it is. And when you've got it, you want—oh, you don't quite know what it is you do want, but it just fairly makes your heart ache, you want it so!—Mark Twain

In the spring, I have counted 136 different kinds of weather inside of 24 hours.—Mark Twain

Spring work is going on with joyful enthusiasm.—John Muir

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.—John Galsworthy

Spring adds new life and new beauty to all that is.—Jessica Harrelson

 

sweet spring is your

time is my time is our

time for springtime is lovetime

and viva sweet love—e. e. cummings

 

The first blooms of spring always make my heart sing.—S. Brown

I love the smell of rain and growing things.—Serina Hernandez

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

 

A little madness in the Spring

Is wholesome even for the King...—Emily Dickinson

 

Dead my old fine hopes

And dry my dreaming but still...

Iris, blue each spring.—Ome Shushiki

 

When the groundhog casts his shadow

And the small birds sing

And the pussywillows happen

And the sun shines warm

And when the peepers peep

Then it is Spring.—Margaret Wise Brown