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April is the cruellest month.
T. S. Eliot
The first of April is the day we remember what we are the other 364 days of the year.
Mark Twain
October. This is one of the peculiarly dangerous months to speculate in stocks. The others are July, January, September, April, November, May, March, June, December, August and February.
Mark Twain
So sweet love seemed that April morn, When first we kissed beside the thorn, So strangely sweet, it was not strange We thought that love could never change.
Robert Bridges
The sun was warm but the wind was chill. You know how it is with an April day When the sun is out and the wind is still You're one month on in the middle of May. But if you so much as dare to speak, A cloud comes over the sunlit arch, A wind comes off a frozen peak, And you're two months back in the middle of March.
Robert Frost
It was a bright cold day in April, and the clocks were striking thirteen.
George Orwell
Thanks be to God,' says the Admiral, 'the air is soft as in April in Seville, and it is a pleasure to be in it, so fragrant it is.
Christopher Columbus
Republicans believe every day is the Fourth of July, but the democrats believe every day is April 15.
Ronald Reagan
The journey and excursions in Mexico which have originated the narrative and remarks contained in this volume were made in the months of March, April, May, and June of 1856, for the most part on horseback.
Edward Burnett Tylor
After I found April Barrows, I felt I had found a soul mate. Her stuff is exactly what I was looking for.
Suzy Bogguss
We are drawn to our television sets each April the way we are drawn to the scene of an accident.
Vincent Canby
The immaterial Blue colour shown at Iris Clert's in April [1958, together with Jean Tinguely ] had in short made me inhuman, had excluded me from the world of tangible reality; I was an extreme element of society who lived in space and who had no means of coming back to earth. Jean Tinguely saw me in space and signaled to me in speed to show me the last machine to take to return to the ephemerality of material life.
Yves Klein
I am very glad to hear that the Gardener has saved so much of the St. foin seed, and that of the India Hemp. Make the most you can of both, by sowing them again in drills... Let the ground be well prepared, and the Seed (St. foin) be sown in April. The Hemp may be sown any where.
George Washington
When I am dead and over me bright April Shakes out her rain-drenched hair, Tho' you should lean above me broken-hearted, I shall not care. I shall have peace, as leafy trees are peaceful When rain bends down the bough, And I shall be more silent and cold-hearted Than you are now.
Sara Teasdale
Only another writer, someone who had worked his heart out on a good book which sold three thousand copies, could appreciate the thrill that overcame me one April morning in 1973 when Dean Rivers of our small college in Georgia appeared at my classroom door.
James A. Michener
April is the cruellest month, breeding Lilacs out of the dead land, mixing Memory and desire, stirring Dull roots with spring rain.
T. S. Eliot
When April winds Grew soft, the maple burst into a flush Of scarlet flowers. The tulip tree, high up, Opened in airs of June her multitude Of golden chalices to humming-birds And silken-wing'd insects of the sky.
William Cullen Bryant
I sing of brooks, of blossoms, birds, and bowers: Of April, May, of June, and July flowers. I sing of Maypoles, Hock-carts, wassails, wakes, Of bridegrooms, brides, and of their bridal cakes.
Robert Herrick (poet)
April ... hath put a spirit of youth in everything.
William Shakespeare
April 1. This is the day upon which we are reminded of what we are on the other three hundred and sixty-four..
Mark Twain
The air soft as that of Seville in April, and so fragrant that it was delicious to breathe it.
Christopher Columbus
When the melancholy fit shall fall Sudden from heaven like a weeping cloud, That fosters the droop-headed flowers all, And hides the green hill in an April shroud; Then glut thy sorrow on a morning rose.
John Keats
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