Best 86 of April quotes - MyQuotes
Foolproof systems to not take into account the ingenuity of fools.
Lucy Maud Montgomery
Snow in April is abominable," said Anne. "Like a slap in the face when you expect a kiss.
April frowned, irritation evident. “I did not consent to your presence,” she said peevishly. “Please depart, and attempt your political assassination on someone else’s property.
Yup, believe it: I was born on March 28, yet my name is April.
After I found April Barrows, I felt I had found a soul mate. Her stuff is exactly what I was looking for.
The Mets just had their first .500-or-better April since July of 1992.
He faced Doug. His eyes were wet. "I am not one of your tricks, Douglas." "Of course, you're not." "That's what I feel like tonight, seeing you in there with all those bodies. One of a thousand nights. One of a thousand fucks. And fuck you for making me feel this way. And fuck you again for making me say fuck in this beautiful place.
Elizabeth Anne Taylor April 25, 1974 - April 25, 2004 Our Sweetheart, Only resting
At 1.24 am on 26 April 1986 Chernobyl’s Unit 4 reactor exploded after staff disabled safety systems and performed an ill-advised experiment to check – ironically enough – the reactor’s safety.
Her laughter sounded like April showers, like whispered secrets, like glass wind-chimes.
Her [ Onata April] great talent as an actress is that she has the ability to understand and listen to the scenario and what the story is, and then she can pretend and live that.
April is a fun month.
The aim of a joke is not to degrade the human being, but to remind him that he is already degraded.
F. Scott Fitzgerald
Well, let it pass, he thought; April is over, April is over. There are all kinds of love in the world, but never the same love twice. --The Sensible Thing
My biggest hero, Gregory Peck, was my birthday present on April 14, 1973. I just sat and stared at him.
The seasonal urge is strong in poets. Milton wrote chiefly in winter. Keats looked for spring to wake him up (as it did in the miraculous months of April and May, 1819). Burns chose autumn. Longfellow liked the month of September. Shelley flourished in the hot months. Some poets, like Wordsworth, have gone outdoors to work. Others, like Auden, keep to the curtained room. Schiller needed the smell of rotten apples about him to make a poem. Tennyson and Walter de la Mare had to smoke. Auden drinks lots of tea, Spender coffee; Hart Crane drank alcohol. Pope, Byron, and William Morris were creative late at night. And so it goes.
Did you see the look on that guy's face when he hit the ground? He was all like "Come here, defenceless little girl,' and then you were like 'BAM! Take that, suck-face! I've got superpowers!
Spring in the world! And all things are made new!
The older I get, the faster I was.
In whatever position you find yourself, determine first your objective.
A sense of humor is the ability to understand a joke-and that the joke is oneself.
In April 1975 I was born and the Vietnam War ended. I could not let any American die in war before seeing an episode of Scrubs.
October knew, of course, that the action of turning a page, of ending a chapter or shutting a book, did not end the tale. Having admitted that, he would also avow that happy endings were never difficult to find: "It is simply a matter," he explained to April, "of finding a sunny place in a garden, where the light is golden and the grass is soft; somewhere to rest, to stop reading, and to be content.
Poor, dear, silly Spring, preparing her annual surprise!
Florence Scovel Shinn
Man can only receive what he sees himself receiving.
Can words describe the fragrance of the very breath of spring?
Anne Lamott’s priest friend Tom, how to get through: "Left foot, right foot, left foot, breathe," he said. "Right foot, left foot, right foot, breathe." Salon April 25, 2003
T. S. Eliot
April is the cruellest month.
T. S. Eliot
... mixing Memory and desire
One of the great mistakes is to judge policies and programs by their intentions rather than their results.
You were right when you said I was holding onto April's apron strings even though she was trying to cut them. I've spent so long relying on her that it's sort of become a habit. It's time I relied on myself for a bit and took control of my life.
We need spring. We need it desperately, and, usually, we need it before God is willing to give it to us.
April brings the primrose sweet, / Scatters daisies at our feet.
Peace is joy at rest. Joy is peace on its feet. quoting her pastor in Salon, April 25, 2003
I shine in tears like the sun in April.
What's good about March? Well, for one thing, it keeps February and April apart.
Putting my hands on. What April couldn't fix Wasn't worth the time: Egg shell & dried placenta Light as memory. Patches of fur, feathers, & bits of skin. A nest Of small deaths among anemone. A canopy edged over, shadowplaying The struggle underneath As if it never happened
At the end of April I archived 'Curses' and Inform, and announced them on the newsgroups.
It was April in Minneapolis and snowing, the flakes coming down in thick swirls enchanting the city
April fool, n. The March fool with another month added to his folly.
On the approach of spring, I withdraw without reluctance from the noisy and extensive scene of crowds without company, and dissipation without pleasure.
Thanks be to God, the air is soft as in April in Seville, and it is a pleasure to be in it, so fragrant it is.
April 27. Incapable of living with people, of speaking. Complete immersion in myself, thinking of myself. Apathetic, witless, fearful. I have nothing to say to anyone - never.
One of the reasons I was so proud to be born on April 3, is because I am such a big fan of yours.
The longest piece of literature I've read lately was a tattoo on this biker I picked up last night. It said, If you're this close, you've gotta suck it.
April was just beginning, and after the warm spring day it turned cooler, slightly frosty, and a breath of spring could be felt in the soft, cold air. The road from the convent to town was sandy, they had to go at a walking pace; and on both sides of the carriage, in the bright, still moonlight, pilgrims trudged over the sand. And everyone was silent, deep in thought, everything around was welcoming, young, so near— the trees, the sky, even the moon—and one wanted to think it would always be so.
Carol Ann Duffy
How would you prepare to die on a perfect April evening?
But it is a sort of April-weather life that we lead in this world. A little sunshine is generally the prelude to a storm.
Fewer Americans are at work today than in April 2000, even though the population since then has grown by 31 million.
Our opponents see an America in which every day is April 15, tax day. Well, we see an America in which every day is the Fourth of July.