Crocuses Quotes

• A single crocus blossom ought to be enough to convince our heart that springtime, no matter how predictable, is somehow a gift, gratuitous, gratis, a grace.

  David Steindl-Rast

  Single, Gratitude, Heart

  David Steindl-Rast (1984). “Gratefulness, the Heart of Prayer: An Approach to Life in Fullness”, p.12, Paulist Press

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• The true harbinger of spring is not crocuses or swallows returning to Capistrano, but the sound of the bat on the ball.

  Bill Veeck

  Spring, Sound, Bats

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• Y todos los bosques están vivos con el murmullo y el sonido de la primavera,
  Y el capullo de rosa se vuelve rosa en la zarza trepadora,
  Y el lecho de azafrán es una temblorosa luna de fuego
  ceñida con el cinturón de un anillo de amatista.

  Oscar Wilde

  Primavera, Luna, Fuego

  Oscar Wilde (2014). “Poems”, p.37, Simon and Schuster

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• You might think that after thousands of years of coming up too soon and getting frozen, the crocus family would have had a little sense knocked into it.

  Robert Benchley

  Thinking, Years, Frozen

  Robert Benchley (2010). “The Athletic Benchley: 105 Exercises from the Detroit Athletic Club News”, p.19, Glendower Media

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• I wonder if the sap is stirring yet,
  If wintry birds are dreaming of a mate,
  If frozen snowdrops feel as yet the sun
  And crocus fires are kindling one by one:
  Sing robin, sing:
  I still am sore in doubt concerning Spring.

  Christina Rossetti

  Dream, Spring, Fire

  Christina Rossetti (2013). “Delphi Complete Works of Christina Rossetti (Illustrated)”, p.122, Delphi Classics

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• During the winter, you head out into the darkness for a run. When spring comes, and the first crocus pokes up its head...you know it was worthwhile.

  Nina Kuscsik

  Sports, Fitness, Running

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• Lowly, with a broken neck, The crocus lays her cheek to mire.

  George Meredith

  Flower, Broken, Necks

  George Meredith (1922). “The Complete Works of George Meredith”, p.8374, Library of Alexandria

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• Spring slattern of seasons
  you have soggy legs
  and a muddy petticoat
  drowsy
  
  is your hair your
  eyes are sticky with
  dream and you have a sloppy body from
  
  being brought to bed of crocuses
  when you sing in your whisky voice
  the grass rises on the head of the earth
  and all the trees are put on edge
  
  spring
  of the excellent jostle of
  thy hips
  and the superior

  e. e. cummings

  Dream, Spring, Eye

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• Flower god, god of the spring, beautiful, bountiful,
  Cold-dyed shield in the sky, lover of versicles,
  Here I wander in April
  Cold, grey-headed; and still to my
  Heart, Spring comes with a bound, Spring the deliverer,
  Spring, song-leader in woods, chorally resonant;
  Spring, flower-planter in meadows,
  Child-conductor in willowy
  Fields deep dotted with bloom, daisies and crocuses:
  Here that child from his heart drinks of eternity:
  O child, happy are children!

  Robert Louis Stevenson

  Beautiful, Song, Children

  Robert Louis Stevenson (2015). “New Poems and Variant Readings”, p.87, Read Books Ltd

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• Nature is none other than God in things. Animals and plants are living effects of Nature; whence all of God is in all things. Think thus, of the sun in the crocus, in the narcissus, in the heliotrope, in the rooster, in the lion.

  Giordano Bruno

  Animal, Thinking, Roosters

  "Elementos del Panteísmo". Libro de Paul Harrison, 1999.

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• So Spring comes merry towards me here, but earns
  No answering smile from me, whose life is twin'd
  With the dead boughs that winter still must bind,
  And whom today the Spring no more concerns.
  Behold, this crocus is a withering flame;
  This snowdrop, snow; this apple-blossom's part
  To breed the fruit that breeds the serpent's art.
  Nay, for these Spring-flowers, turn thy face from them,
  Nor stay till on the year's last lily-stem
  The white cup shrivels round the golden heart.

  Dante Gabriel Rossetti

  Art, Spring, Flower

  Dante Gabriel Rossetti, Frank Laurence Lucas (1933). “Dante Gabriel Rossetti: An Anthology”, p.169, CUP Archive

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• The bed of flowers
  Loosens amain,
  The beauteous snowdrops
  Droop o'er the plain.
  The crocus opens
  Its glowing bud,
  Like emeralds others,
  Others, like blood.
  With saucy gesture
  Primroses flare,
  And roguish violets,
  Hidden with care;
  And whatsoever
  There stirs and strives,
  The Spring's contented,
  If works and thrives.

  Johann Wolfgang von Goethe

  Spring, Flower, Glowing

  Johann Wolfgang von Goethe (2013). “Delphi Works of Johann Wolfgang von Goethe (Illustrated)”, p.2888, Delphi Classics

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• Late February, and the air's so balmy snowdrops and crocuses might be fooled into early blooming. Then, the inevitable blizzard will come, blighting our harbingers of spring, and the numbed yards will go back undercover. In Florida, it's strawberry season- shortcake, waffles, berries and cream will be penciled on the coffeeshop menus.

  Gail Mazur

  Spring, Florida, Air

  Gail Mazur (1995). “The Common”, p.27, University of Chicago Press

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• La Naturaleza no es otra cosa que Dios en todas las cosas. Los animales y las plantas son efectos vivos de la Naturaleza; de ahí que todo Dios esté en todas las cosas.

  Giordano Bruno

  Nature, Narcissus, All Things

  "Elementos del Panteísmo". Libro de Paul Harrison, 1999.

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• Spring TO what purpose, April, do you return again? Beauty is not enough. You can no longer quiet me with the redness Of little leaves opening stickily. I know what I know. The sun is hot on my neck as I observe The spikes of the crocus. The smell of the earth is good. It is apparent that there is no death. But what does that signify? Not only under ground are the brains of men Eaten by maggots. Life in itself Is nothing, An empty cup, a flight of uncarpeted stairs. It is not enough that yearly, down this hill, April Comes like an idiot, babbling and strewing flowers.

  Edna St. Vincent Millay

  Primavera, Flor, Hombre

  Edna St. Vincent Millay (2009). “Second April: Easyread Super Large 18pt Edition”, p.1, ReadHowYouWant.com

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• Una flor es una cadena de margaritas, una graduación, una tarjeta de San Valentín; una flor es Nochevieja y una orquídea en el pelo; una flor es un solo geranio que florece en una lata en una oscura escalera de incendios de la ciudad; un acre de rosas en el Jardín Botánico; ¡y el primer azafrán dorado de la primavera! ... una flor es un nacimiento, una boda, una partida de esta vida.

  Jean Hersey

  New Year, Primavera, San Valentín

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• We get richer and richer in filthier and filthier communities until we reach a final state of affluent misery - crocus on a garbage heap.

  John W. Gardner

  Community, Finals, Garbage

  1969 In the NewYork Times, 9 Oct.

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• El béisbol es casi lo único ordenado en un mundo muy desordenado. Si te pitan tres strikes, ni el mejor abogado del mundo puede expulsarte.

  Bill Veeck

  Softball, Baseball, Inspirational Sports

  "Biografía / Citas personales". www.imdb.com.

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• Por favor, deja que venga, y dame la resiliencia y las agallas para hacer que me respete, que se interese, y no lanzarme sobre él con estridencias o gritos histéricos; con calma, suavemente, easy baby easy. Probablemente ahora esté pavoneándose entre azafranes con siete amantes escandinavas. Y yo sentada, como una araña, esperando, aquí, en casa; Penélope tejiendo telarañas de Webster, girando husos de Tourneur. Oh, él está aquí; mi merodeador negro; oh hambriento hambriento. Estoy tan hambrienta de un gran amor cargado, creativo y floreciente: Estoy aquí; espero; y él juega en las orillas del río Cam como un fauno casual.

  Sylvia Plath

  Bebé, Hogar, Ríos

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• I don't suppose a writing man ever really gets rid of his old crocus-yellow neckties. Sooner or later, I think, they show up in his prose, and there isn't a hell of a lot he can do about it.

  J. D. Salinger

  Escribir, Hombres, Pensar

  "Seymour: An Introduction (1959)". "Raise High the Roof Beam, Carpenters and Seymour: An Introduction". Book by J. D. Salinger, 1963.

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• Iris all hues, roses, and jessamine Reared high their flourished heads between, and wrought Mosaic; underfoot the violet, Crocus, and hyacinth with rich inlay Broidered the ground, more coloured than with stone Of costliest emblem: other creature here Beast, bird, insect, or worm durst enter none; Such was their awe of man.

  John Milton

  Men, Rose, Bird

  1665 Paradise Lost (published1667), bk.4, l.698-705.

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