{"quotes":[{"text":"Perhaps, as with advancing age, the physical life becomes less important and yet, paradoxically, more precious, this green revolution against the temporary death of winter is a reminder that the earth, like our own lives, is a gift.","author":"Willem Lange","tags":["age","life","spring","springtime"],"id":208,"author_id":"Willem+Lange"},{"text":"Spring is the fountain of love for thirsty winter.","author":"Munia Khan","tags":["fountain","love","nature","nature","season","seasonal","seasons","spring","spring","springtime","thirsty","winter","wintry"],"id":33352,"author_id":"Munia+Khan"},{"text":"Only five minutes later he noticed a dozen crocuses growing round the foot of an old tree- gold and purple and white. Then came a sound even more delicious than the sound of water. Close beside the path they were following, a bird suddenly chirped from the branch of a tree. It was answered by the chuckle of another bird a little further off. And then, as if that had been a signal, there was chattering and chirruping in every direction, and then a moment of full song, and within five minutes the whole wood was ringing with birds' music, and wherever Edmund's eyes turned he saw birds alighting on branches, or sailing overhead or chasing one another or having their little quarrels or tidying up their feathers with their beaks.'Faster! Faster!' said the Witch.There was no trace of the fog now. The sky became bluer and bluer, and now there were white clouds hurrying across it from time to time. In the wide glades there were primroses. A light breeze sprang up which scattered drops of moisture from the swaying branches and carried cool, delicious scents against the faces of the travelers. The trees began to come fully alive. The larches and birches were covered with green, the laburnums with gold. Soon the beech trees had put forth their delicate, transparent leaves. As the travelers walked under them the light also became green. A bee buzzed crossed their path.","author":"C.S. Lewis","tags":["birdsong","edmund-pevensie","flowers","narnia","springtime","trees"],"id":49616,"author_id":"C.S.+Lewis"},{"text":"Tell me something wonderful,' he said to Dane. 'Tell me that we are going to die dreamfully and loved in our sleep.'You're always writing one of your plays on the phone,' said Dane.'I said, something wonderful. Say something about springtime.'It is sloppy and wet. It is a beast from the sea.'Ah,' said Harry.","author":"Lorrie Moore","tags":["conversations","dreams","like-life","lorrie-moore","love","loved","plays","reality","sloppy","springtime","wet","writing"],"id":50914,"author_id":"Lorrie+Moore"},{"text":"Every moment the patches of green grew bigger and the patches of snow grew smaller. Every moment more and more of the trees shook off their robes of snow. Soon, wherever you looked, instead of white shapes you saw the dark green of firs or the black prickly branches of bare oaks and beeches and elms. Then the mist turned from white to gold and presently cleared away altogether. Shafts of delicious sunlight struck down on to the forest floor and overhead you could see a blue sky between the tree tops. Soon there were more wonderful things happening. Coming suddenly round a corner into a glade of silver birch trees Edmund saw the ground covered in all directions with little yellow flowers- celandines. The noise of water grew louder. Presently they actually crossed a stream. Beyond it they found snowdrops growing.","author":"C.S. Lewis","tags":["celandines","edmund-pevensie","narnia","nature-s-beauty","springtime","stream","trees"],"id":89375,"author_id":"C.S.+Lewis"},{"text":"You are my wine, my joy,My garden, my springtime,My slumber, my repose,Without you, I can't cope.","author":"Jalaluddin Rumi","tags":["garden","joy","slumber","springtime","wine"],"id":108939,"author_id":"Jalaluddin+Rumi"},{"text":"Be kind like a flower and know that life is beautiful like springtime.","author":"Debasish Mridha","tags":["be-kind","debasish-mridha","debasish-mridha-m-d","inspirational","life-is-beautiful","philosophy","quotes","springtime"],"id":111416,"author_id":"Debasish+Mridha"},{"text":"And, indeed it is a very pleasant thing for to ride forth in the dawning of a Springtime day. For then the little birds do sing their sweetest song, all joining in one joyous medley, whereof one may scarce tell one note from another, so multitudinous is that pretty roundelay; then do the growing things of the earth smell the sweetest in the freshness of the early daytime—the fair flowers, the shrubs, and the blossoms upon the trees; then doth the dew bespangle all the sward as with an incredible multitude of jewels of various colors; then is all the world sweet and clean and new, as though it had been fresh created for him who came to roam abroad so early in the morning.","author":"Howard Pyle","tags":["flowers","morning","nature","spring","springtime"],"id":120457,"author_id":"Howard+Pyle"},{"text":"For a few heady weeks of the year the steppe in a binge throws out a wilderness of flowers that tangle your hooves and confuse your horse.","author":"Bryn Hammond","tags":["flowers","horses","springtime","steppe"],"id":131272,"author_id":"Bryn+Hammond"},{"text":"Springtimeand I wish I knew you.","author":"Ralph Fletcher","tags":["love","poetry","springtime"],"id":147094,"author_id":"Ralph+Fletcher"}],"pagination":{"page":1,"page_size":10,"total":24,"pages":3,"next":"?page=2\u0026page_size=10"}}