April Quotes
April, like a child, Writes hieroglyphs on dust with flowers, Wipes them away and forgets.
Two things you need to know about taxes. They've extended the deadline to April 18, and when you write your check, just make it out to China.
IN April 1882 my father died; and I was at once whirled out of my land of dreams into a very different sphere.
Shining through tears, like April suns in showers, that labor to overcome the cloud that loads em.
Science has never drummed up quite as effective a tranquilizing agent as a sunny spring day.
The children with the streamlets sing, When April stops at last her weeping; And every happy growing thing Laughs like a babe just roused from sleeping.
By the rude bridge that arched the flood, Their flag to April's breeze unfurled, Here once the embattled farmers stood, And fired the shot heard round the world.
The month of May was come, when every lusty heart beginneth to blossom, and to bring forth fruit.
There is no glory in star or blossom till looked upon by a loving eye; There is no fragrance in April breezes till breathed with joy as they wander by.
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.
Spring is the Period Express from God. Among the other seasons Himself abide, But during March and April None stir abroad Without a cordial interview With God.
That's life (that's life), that's what all the people say You're ridin' high in April, shot down in May But I know I'm gonna change that tune When I'm back on top, back on top in June
Spring. March fans it, April christens it, and May puts on its jacket and trousers.
Thou art thy mother's glass, and she in thee Calls back the lovely April of her prime...
Today is April 1, April Fools' Day, a day that people try to fool their friends and relatives. Don't confuse that with April 15, when people try to fool the IRS.
Spring's an expansive time: yet I don't trust March with its peck of dust, Nor April with its rainbow-crowned brief showers, Nor even May, whose flowers One frost may wither thro' the sunless hours.
all by all and deep by deep and more by more they dream their sleep noone and anyone earth by april wish by spirit and if by yes
Ah, March! we know thou art Kind-hearted, spite of ugly looks and threats, And, out of sight, art nursing April's violets!
Christmas begins about the first of December with an office party and ends when you finally realize what you spent, around April fifteenth of the next year.
Come up, April, though the valley, / In your robes of beauty drest, / Come and wake your flowery children / From their wintry beds of rest.
If only we could touch the things of this world at their center, if we could only hear tiny leaves of birch struggling toward April, then we would know.
Every tear is answered by a blossom, Every sigh with songs and laughter blent, April-blooms upon the breezes toss them. April knows her own, and is content.
Yet with these April sunsets, that somehow recall My buried life, and Paris in the spring, I feel immeasurably at peace, and find the world To be wonderful and youthful afterall
My biggest hero, Gregory Peck, was my birthday present on April 14, 1973. I just sat and stared at him.
My little scam in April '85 went like this: Give me $50,000; here's some names of some people we've recruited.
Peace is joy at rest. Joy is peace on its feet. quoting her pastor in Salon, April 25, 2003
Childhood, who like an April morn appears, Sunshine and rain, hopes clouded o'er with fears.
And still the mad magnificent herald Spring assembles beauty from forgetfulness with the wild trump of April:witchery of sound and odour drives the wingless thing man forth in the bright air.
At the end of April I archived 'Curses' and Inform, and announced them on the newsgroups.
No Winter lasts forever, no Spring skips its turn. April is a promise that May is bound to keep, and we know it.
A gush of bird song, a patter of dew A cloud and a rainbow's warning; Suddenly sunshine and perfect blue An April day in the morning!
Sweet April! many a thought Is wedded unto thee, as hearts are wed; Nor shall they fail, till, to its autumn brought, Life's golden fruit is shed.
We were led to a pediatric ophthalmologist. It's a hard date for me, April 14, 1998. The doctor came back from the examining room and told us she had tumors in both eyes.
Old April wanes, and her last dewy morn Her death-bed steeps in tears; to hail the May New blooming blossoms neath the sun are born, And all poor April's charms are swept away.
But then in April of 1985 the dollar began a sharp decline. The dollar's trade weighted value fell 23 percent in just 12 months and by a total of 37 percent by the beginning of 1988.
Oh, to be in England Now that April's there, And whoever wakes in England Sees, some morning, unaware.
