No winter lasts forever; no spring skips its turn.
Spring is the time of year when it is summer in the sun and winter in the shade.
The world is mud-luscious and puddle-wonderful.
And then her heart changed, or at least she understood it; and the winter passed, and the sun shone upon her.
The first flower that blossomed on this earth was an invitation to an unborn song.
Hope springs eternal.
O, wind, if winter comes, can spring be far behind?
No Winter lasts forever, no Spring skips its turn. April is a promise that May is bound to keep, and we know it.
It’s a beautiful day, and I can’t stop myself from smiling!