April prepares her green traffic light and the world thinks Go. — Christopher Morley Copy Share Image
Anybody who claims to be excited for April Fools' Day is probably a sociopath. — John Oliver Copy Share Image
When I was about ten years old, I gave my teacher an April Fool's sandwich, which had a dead goldfish in it. — Alan Alda Copy Share Image
For April sobs while these are so glad April weeps while these are so gay,- Weeps like a tired child who had,… — Helen Hunt Jackson Copy Share Image
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 Copy Share Image
Gratitude never radicalized anybody. I don't care if they recognize the past, I just want them to get angry about the present… — Gloria Steinem Copy Share Image
At the end of April I archived 'Curses' and Inform, and announced them on the newsgroups. — Graham Nelson Copy Share Image
On the approach of spring, I withdraw without reluctance from the noisy and extensive scene of crowds without company, and dissipation without… — Edward Gibbon Copy Share Image
I had not thought of violets of late, The wild, shy kind that springs beneath you feet In wistful April days. — Alice Dunbar Nelson Copy Share Image
Pansies in soft April rains Fill their stalks with honeyed sap Drawn from Earth's prolific lap. — Bayard Taylor Copy Share Image
I am not solicitous to examine particularly everything here, which indeed could not be done in fifty years, because my desire is… — Christopher Columbus Copy Share Image
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… — Christina Rossetti Copy Share Image
I know April, May and June are a few unbearable months, and working out in a gym and sweating in such dirty… — Ashish Sharma Copy Share Image
It's a warm wind, the west wind, full of birds' cries; I never hear the west wind but tears are in my… — John Masefield Copy Share Image
The 2013 Boston Marathon was, for me, a milestone. A bucket list event that was supposed to be my last marathon until… — Summer Sanders Copy Share Image
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… — Mark Lynas Copy Share Image
“April light was unlike any other. It had a charming, optimistic unreliability like an overbid hand in poker. It gave a promise… — Peter Hoeg Copy Share Image
I nearly broke out laughing when the wrteched soothsayer warned Caesar: "Beware the Ides of April." I thought it a miracle (and… — Seth Grahame-Smith Copy Share Image
In April [1972], after that fine business in Dacca, Yahya Khan sent for me. He looked satisfied, sure of himself, by now… — Zulfikar Ali Bhutto Copy Share Image
The question is, how do you stop the power elite from doing as much damage to you as possible? That comes through… — Chris Hedges Copy Share Image
You will remember this when all else fades, this moment, here, together, by this well. There will be certain days, and certain… — John Banville Copy Share Image
But days even earlier than these, in April, have a charm, — even days that seem raw and rainy, when the sky… — Thomas Wentworth Higginson Copy Share Image
To me, fair friend, you never can be old, For as you were when first your eye I eyed, Such seems your… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Hark, I hear a robin calling! List, the wind is from the south! And the orchard-bloom is falling Sweet as kisses on… — Lucy Maud Montgomery Copy Share Image
I spend a lot of time just listening to the ospreys. I watch them go through their life cycle. They spend the… — Alan Lightman Copy Share Image
“April is the cruelest month, breeding Lilacs out of the dead land, mixing Memory and desire, stirring Dull roots with spring rain.… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
“April hath put a spirit of youth in everything. (Sonnet XCVIII)” — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
I was slapped down to the ground when my son Wade died in 1996, in April of 1996. — John Edwards Copy Share Image
Elizabeth Anne Taylor April 25, 1974 - April 25, 2004 Our Sweetheart, Only resting — MaryJanice Davidson Copy Share Image
To what purpose, April, do you return again? Beauty is not enough. — Edna St. Vincent Millay Copy Share Image