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Fewer Americans are at work today than in April 2000, even though the population since then has grown by 31 million.

Foolproof systems to not take into account the ingenuity of fools.

I left Apple in April of 1984, pretty soon after the introduction of the Mac.

Honey, you're the one who stopped sleeping with me, OK? It'll be a year come April 20th. I remember the date exactly, because it was Hitler's birthday

How would you prepare to die on a perfect April evening?

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.

How strange it is, sometimes, which conversations or events stays with us while so much else melts as fast as April snow.

I have seen the Lady April bringing the daffodils, Bringing the springing grass and the soft warm April rain.

Man can only receive what he sees himself receiving.

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.

I shine in tears like the sun in April.

In whatever position you find yourself, determine first your objective.

Men are April when they woo, December when they wed.

My biggest hero, Gregory Peck, was my birthday present on April 14, 1973. I just sat and stared at him.

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

Oh, to be in England Now that April's there, And whoever wakes in England Sees, some morning, unaware.

One swallow does not make a spring, nor does one fine day.

One of the great mistakes is to judge policies and programs by their intentions rather than their results.

One of the reasons I was so proud to be born on April 3, is because I am such a big fan of yours.

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.

On the approach of spring, I withdraw without reluctance from the noisy and extensive scene of crowds without company, and dissipation without pleasure.

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.

Our wisdom comes from our experience, and our experience comes from our foolishness.

Peace is joy at rest. Joy is peace on its feet. quoting her pastor in Salon, April 25, 2003

Plunge into the deep without fear, with the gladness of April in your heart.

Poor, dear, silly Spring, preparing her annual surprise!

Snow in April is abominable," said Anne. "Like a slap in the face when you expect a kiss.

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.

Spring in the world! And all things are made new!

Spring makes everything look filthy.

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.

The longer I live and the more I read, the more certain I become that the real poems about spring aren't written on paper. They are written in the back pasture and the near meadow, and they are issued in a new revised edition every April.

That God once loved a garden we learn in Holy writ. And seeing gardens in the Spring I well can credit it.

The aim of a joke is not to degrade the human being, but to remind him that he is already degraded.

The flowers anew, returning seasons bring; but beauty faded has no second spring.

What's good about March? Well, for one thing, it keeps February and April apart.

We need spring. We need it desperately, and, usually, we need it before God is willing to give it to us.

The Mets just had their first .500-or-better April since July of 1992.

The older I get, the faster I was.

Well-apparel'd April on the heel Of limping Winter treads.

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

Yup, believe it: I was born on March 28, yet my name is April.

Why should I deem myself to be a chisel, when I could be the artist?

Each October I walk into the woods looking for bones: rabbit skulls, a grackle spine, the pelvis of a deer with the blood bleached out. What died in the lush of roses and mint shines out from the tangle of twigs that bind it to the place of its last leaping. The living lack that kind of clarity. In late April, when the water spreads out and out till everything is lilies and seepage, there is only the mystery of tracks, a rustle receding in the many reeds. And so the bones accumulate across my windowsill: the flightless wings and exaggerated grins, the silent unmoving reminders of where the glories of April lead.

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.

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!

But after it's all said and done, don't you want to grow old with your best friend? At the end of the day, that's who you want to share your life and laughter with. Someone who will be there in hard times to hold you tight. Someone who will fight for your honor and support your decisions. Someone who will encourage your dreams and help you to fulfill them.

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.

Coincidences undeniably imply meaning. I am rereading Hart Crane. I notice the date On which he stepped off that boat Was April 26. Tomorrow is April 26. The year of his suicide was 1932. I was four. I am now fifty-one. One undeniable implication in this case then Is that the year, today, Is 1979. Afterward, Crane’s mother scrubbed floors. Eventually, I may or may not Jump overboard. Are there questions?

It was April in Minneapolis and snowing, the flakes coming down in thick swirls enchanting the city