The ghostly winter silence had given way to the great spring murmur of awakening life.
~ The Call of the Wild
by Jack London
It was a beautiful summer afternoon, at that delicious period of the year when summer has just burst forth from the growth of spring; when the summer is yet but three days old, and all the various shades of green which nature can put forth are still in their unsoiled purity of freshness.
~ Framley Parsonage
by Anthony Trollope
Youth is like spring, an overpraised season.
~ The Way of All Flesh
by Samuel Butler
O, how this spring of love resembleth
The uncertain glory of an April day,
Which now shows all the beauty of the sun,
And by an by a cloud takes all away!
~ Two Gentlemen of Verona
by William Shakespeare
The early mist had vanished and the fields lay like a silver shield under the sun. It was one of the days when the glitter of winter shines through a pale haze of spring.
~ Ethan Frome
by Edith Wharton
Looking up, she showed him quite a young face, but one whose bloom and promise were all swept away, as if the haggard winter should unnaturally kill the spring.
~ The Haunted Man
by Charles Dickens
It was an ideal spring day, a light blue sky, flecked with little fleecy white clouds drifting across from west to east. The sun was shining very brightly, and yet there was an exhilarating nip in the air, which set an edge to a man's energy.
~ The Adventure of the Copper Beeches
by Sir Arthur Conan Doyle
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.
~ The Forsyte Saga
by John Galsworthy
For, as when the red-cheeked, dancing girls, April and May, trip home to the wintry, misanthropic woods; even the barest, ruggedest, most thunder-cloven old oak will at least send forth some few green sprouts, to welcome such glad-hearted visitants.
~ Moby Dick
by Herman Melville
Her love was entire as a child's, and though warm as summer it was fresh as spring.
~ Far From The Madding Crowd
by Thomas Hardy