When spring came, even the false spring, there were no problems except where to be happiest.Ernest Hemingway, A Moveable Feast
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In the spring, at the end of the day, you should smell like dirt.Margaret Atwood
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April is the cruelest month, T.S. Eliot wrote, by which I think he meant (among other things) that springtime makes people crazy. We expect too much, the world burgeons with promises it can’t keep, all passion is really a setup, and we’re doomed to get our hearts broken yet again. I agree, and would further add: Who cares? Every spring I go out there anyway, around the bend, unconditionally. … Come the end of the dark days, I am more than joyful. I’m nuts.Barbara Kingsolver
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I want
To do with you what spring does with the cherry trees.Pablo Neruda
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