Katharine Whitehorn Quotes

I do hope that our spring will be starting shortly and we will all be able to enjoy some sunshine again.

Spring never is spring unless it comes too soon.

When the leaves of the strongest tree fall, spring is here.

With the coming of spring, I am calm again.

I love feeling the crispness of fall and the sensuality of spring.

Let us love winter, for it is the spring of genius.

Early spring is the time for vigorous change, a preparation for the heat-driven oppression that is to come.

There's basically filth everywhere, and there's no way to escape it.

Fresh spring! / The world is only Nine days old - / These fields and mountains!

It almost seems as if autumn were the true creator, more creative than the spring, which is too even-toned, more creative when it comes with its will-to-change and shatters the much too ready-made, self-satisfied and really almost bourgeois-complacent image of summer.

Short summers lightly have a forward spring.

And earth was heaven a little the worse for wear. And heaven was earth, done up again to look like new.

Spring. March fans it, April christens it, and May puts on its jacket and trousers.

Spring flies, and with it all the train it leads; and flowers, in fading, leave us but their seeds.

Spring: trees flying up to their birds

Blossom by blossom the spring begins.

In our hearts those of us who know anything worth knowing know that in March a new year begins, and if we plan any new leaves, it will be when the rest of Nature is planning them too.

The first sparrow of spring! The year beginning with younger hope than ever!

I stare out the window and wait for spring.

Fresh spring the herald of love's mighty king.

There was nowhere to sit except the bunk, which was covered with rotting food, and a wooden stool, upon which sat a large fur-covered lump—an old cheese, perhaps, or a dead cat.

All things seem possible in May.

Nothing ever seems impossible in spring, you know.

Meanwhile spring arrived. My old dejection passed away and gave place to the unrest which spring brings with it, full of dreams and vague hopes and desires.