May Sayings and Quotes

May is synonymous with the gifts of spring: flowers and good weather. After the storm, comes the sunshine. Celebrate spring and new beginnings with the collection of insightful May quotes below.

Lots of people go mad in January. Not as many as in May, of course. Nor June. But January is your third most common month for madness. Karen Joy Fowler
Make hay in May for you may never know what June is coming with and you may never know what July will present! When you see May, make hay! Ernest Agyemang Yeboah
Ah, in those earliest days of love how naturally the kisses spring into life! So closely, in their profusion, do they crowd together that lovers would find it as hard to count the kisses exchanged in an hour as to count the flowers in a meadow in May. Marcel Proust
I'm only wishing to go a-fishing;For this the month of May was made. Henry Van Dyke
You are as welcome as the flowers in May. Charles Macklin
Tis a month before the month of May, And the spring comes slowly up this way. Samuel Taylor Coleridge
In the marvellous month of May when all the buds were bursting, then in my heart did love arise. In the marvellous month of May when all the birds were singing, then did I reveal to her my yearning and longing. Heinrich Heine
May, more than any other month of the year, wants us to feel most alive. Fennel Hudson
Another May new buds and flowers shall bring: Ah! why has happiness no second Spring? Charlotte Smith
Let all thy joys be as the month of May, And all thy days be as a marriage day. Francis Quarles
The month of May was come, when every lusty heart beginneth to blossom, and to bring forth fruit. Thomas Malory
The world's favorite season is the spring. All things seem possible in May. Edwin Way Teale
I thought that spring must last forevermore; For I was young and loved, and it was May. Vera Brittain
A great difference between May and Day is the M and D! Be a good Managing Director of your life each day in May. Ernest Agyemang Yeboah
As full of spirit as the month of May, and as gorgeous as the sun in Midsummer. William Shakespeare
May: the lilacs are in bloom. Forget yourself. Marty Rubin
The month of May is the pleasant time; its face is beautiful; the blackbird sings his full song, the living wood is his holding, the cuckoos are singing and ever singing; there is a welcome before the brightness of the summer. Lady Gregory
And after winter folweth grene May. Geoffrey Chaucer
I curled closer to May, comforted by her warmth. Kiera Cass
Beneath the apple blossoms/ I go a wintry way, / For love that smiled in April / Is false to me in May. Sara Teasdale
May and June. Soft syllables, gentle names for the two best months in the garden year: cool, misty mornings gently burned away with a warming spring sun, followed by breezy afternoons and chilly nights. The discussion of philosophy is over; it's time for work to begin. Peter Loewer
When the sun is out and the wind is still, You're one month on in the middle of May. Robert Frost
The month of May was come, when every lusty heart beginneth to blossom, and to bring forth fruit; for like as herbs and trees bring forth fruit and flourish in May, in likewise every lusty heart that is in any manner a lover, springeth and flourisheth in lusty deeds. For it giveth unto all lovers courage, that lusty month of May. Sir Thomas Malory
What is so sweet and dear / As a prosperous morn in May, / The confident prime of the day William Watson
Sweet May hath come to love us, / Flowers, trees, their blossoms don; / And through the blue heavens above us / The very clouds move on. Heinrich Heine
I sing of brooks, of blossoms, birds, and bowers: / Of April, May, or June, and July flowers. / I sing of Maypoles, Hock-carts, wassails, wakes, / Of bridegrooms, brides, and of the bridal cakes. Robert Herrick
May! Queen of blossoms, / And fulfilling flowers, / With what pretty music / Shall we charm the hours? Lord Edward Thurlow
Winds of May, that dance on the sea, / Dancing a ring-around in glee / From furrow to furrow, while overhead The foam flies up to be garlanded. James Joyce
In the marvelous month of May / when all the birds were singing, / then did I reveal to her / my yearning and longing. Henirich Heine
It's May, the lusty month of May / That darling month when everyone throws self-control away. Alan Jay Lerner