#spring

Adrian's new research partner stepped through the door, and I knew the uneasy peace we'd just established in Palm Springs was about to shatter. Dimitri Belikov had arrived. ↗

— Richelle Mead

#dimitri-belikov #spring

There will come soft rains and the smell of the ground, And swallows circling with their shimmering sound; And frogs in the pool singing at night, And wild plum trees in tremulous white; Robins will wear their feathery fire, Whistling their whims on a low fence-wire; And not one will know of the war, not one Will care at last when it is done. Not one would mind, neither bird nor tree, If mankind perished utterly; And Spring herself when she woke at dawn Would scarcely know that we were gone. ↗

— Sara Teasdale

#spring

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

— Virgil Kraft

#spring

Ah, Azalea," said the King. "He's not going to be the one proposing." The springs in Azalea's feet went poioioing. "Sorry?" she said. "You outrank him, you know." The King shifted, uncomfortable. "It would be highly inappropriate for him to propose to you. The Delchastrian queen had to propose-" "I will do no such thing!" said Azalea. ↗

— Heather Dixon

#spring

Funny how a melody sounds like a memory. ↗

— Eric Church

#eric-church #lyrics #music #springsteen #funny

The hungry and the haunted explode in a rock'n'roll band. ↗

— Bruce Springsteen

#music #song-lyrics #music

We expect to keep our writing sessions going until late spring, then to play some new material in a few secret club dates. The record will likely take a long time and may not surface until 1999! ↗

— Adrian Belew

#dates #expect #few #going #keep

Oh, Spring! I want to go out and feel you and get inspiration. My old things seem dead. I want fresh contacts, more vital searching. ↗

— Emily Carr

#dead #feel #fresh #get #go

The little windflower, whose just opened eye is blue as the spring heaven it gazes at. ↗

— William C. Bryant

#eye #gazes #heaven #just #little

One swallow does not make a summer, but one skein of geese, cleaving the murk of March thaw, is the Spring. ↗

— Aldo Leopold

#geese #make #march #spring #summer