Quotes About April

April 5th. You know what that means to me? That means the budget for the project expired at the end of financial year 1968 and was not renewed. (Yes, British government budgets—and the tax year—start on April 6th. Why are you looking at me like that? Don't your tax years start and stop on a random date in April?) I

April is the cruellest month.

April is the cruellest month, breeding Lilacs out of the dead land, mixing Memory and desire, stirring Dull roots with spring rain. Winter kept us warm, covering Earth in forgetful snow, feeding A little life with dried tubers. Summer surprised us.

Aprile è il mese più crudele, genera lillà da terra morta, confondendo memoria e desiderio, risvegliando le radici sopite con la pioggia della primavera.

La primavera no tiene lenguaje, sólo un grito. Aun así, más cruel que abril es la serpiente del tiempo.

April. Spring was on the land like an itch. The whole countryside seemed to be scratching itself awake—lazily, luxuriously, though occasionally scratching so hard its nails hit bone, that old cold calcium that lies beneath our tingles.

I recommend that you make all of your major moves on the first of April. Just in case.)

In April 1933, Willie's mother, Myrle, gave birth to him in a manger somewhere along the old highway between Waco & Dallas. There were angels in attendance that night. Some of them, no doubt, flying too close to the ground:

Wednesday, April 18, 1906, we ate roast beef and apricot jam. Pie

It was a bright cold day in April, and the clocks were striking thirteen.

Oh, to be in England Now that April's there.

Oh, the lovely fickleness of an April day!

April is the cruellest month, breeding Lilacs out of the dead land, mixing memory and desire, stirring dull roots with Spring rain.

Honest Winter, snow-clad, and with the frosted beard, I can welcome not uncordially; But that long deferment of the calendar's promise, that weeping gloom of March and April, that bitter blast outraging the honour of May how often has it robbed me of heart and hope?

Every April, God rewrites the Book of Genesis.

April, Comes like an idiot, babbling, and strewing flowers.

April is the crudest month, breeding Lilacs out of the dead land, mixing Memory and desire, stirring Dull roots with spring rain.

Luella Clark, April Days, 1904

2020 is a unique leap year. There are 29 days in February, 300 days in March, and 5 years in April.

April is the cruellest month, breedingLilacs out of the dead land, mixingMemory and desire, stirringDull roots with spring rain.

April is the cruellest month, breedingLilacs out of the dead land, mixingMemory out of desire, stirringDull roots with spring rain.Winter kept us warm, coveringEarth in a forgetful snow, feedingA little life with dried tubers.

April is the cruelest month, breeding lilacs out of the dead land, mixing memory and desire, stirring dull roots with spring rain.

April never ceased to surprise....there were always a few glorious days, perfect days, when it seemed as thought anything were possible.

winter always carries with it something of our sadness; then April came, that daybreak of summer, fresh like every dawn, gay like every childhood; weeping a little sometimes like the infant that it is. Nature in this month has charming gleams which pass from the sky, the clouds, the trees, the fields, and the flowers, into the heart of man.