Smells are surer than sounds or sights To make your heartstrings crack. — Rudyard Kipling Copy Share Image
“Being with you was like sweet April air after a thousand winters” — Heather R. Blair Copy Share Image
What's good about March? Well, for one thing, it keeps February and April apart. — Walt Kelly Copy Share Image
We need spring. We need it desperately, and, usually, we need it before God is willing to give it to us. — Peter Gzowski Copy Share Image
The April winds are magical, And thrill our tuneful frames; The garden-walks are passional To bachelors and dames. — Ralph Waldo Emerson Copy Share Image
Shining through tears, like April suns in showers, that labour to overcome the cloud that loads 'em. — Thomas Otway Copy Share Image
“Anything could happen while the dead slept. Which was why some would say a woman shouldn't tread alone through a cemetery at… — DiAnn Mills Copy Share Image
The U.N. Security Council ordered Iraq in April 1991 to relinquish all capabilities to make biological, chemical and nuclear weapons as well… — Barton Gellman Copy Share Image
From you have I been absent in the spring, When proud pied April, dressed in all his trim, Hath put a spirit… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
The great victory of April 30 represents the triumph of the entire nation, of justice over brutality and of humanity over tyranny. — Ho Chi Minh Copy Share Image
In 1933, the Gestapo was founded to become - to be a secret police agency to keep tabs on political opposition and… — Erik Larson Copy Share Image
And when April like an over-lustful lover leaped upon the lush flanks of the Downs there would be yet another child in… — Stella Gibbons Copy Share Image
The way I figure is we win as a team and we lose as a team, but I've got to figure out… — Albert Belle Copy Share Image
You are too generous to trifle with me. If your feelings are still what they were last April, tell me so at… — Jane Austen Copy Share Image
I didn't react visually. This girl came up and knelt over the body and let out a God-awful scream that made me… — John Filo Copy Share Image
It felt like 10 years, but I was actually in treatment for three-and-a-half years. I finally finished in April. Two years ago,… — Suleika Jaouad Copy Share Image
Rather, the collapsing between act and condition, "I am" with "I do," feels like authenticity, an authenticity of being. The muse rewarded… — Shirley Geok-lin Lim Copy Share Image
Just as I wonder whether it's going to die, the orchid blossoms and I can't explain why it moves my heart, why… — Sam Hamill Copy Share Image
My wretched feet, flayed and swollen to lameness by the sharp air of January, began to heal and subside under the gentler… — Charlotte Bronte Copy Share Image
On April 2, the nurses started my first round of five intravenous immunoglobulin (IVIG) infusions. The clear IV bags hung on a… — Susannah Cahalan Copy Share Image
Poets and songwriters speak highly of spring as one of the great joys of life in the temperate zone, but in the… — Barbara Holland Copy Share Image
It was that period in the vernal quarter when we may suppose the Dryads to be waking for the season. The vegetable… — Thomas Hardy Copy Share Image
The first election in which all South Africans took part was in April, 1994. There were long queues [lines] of employers and… — Nelson Mandela Copy Share Image
The massacres are the result of a policy which, as far as can be ascertained, has been entertained for some considerable time… — James Bryce Copy Share Image
In the autumn I gathered all my sorrows and buried them in my garden. And when April returned and spring came to… — Khalil Gibran Copy Share Image
April Rain It is not raining rain to me, It's raining daffodils; In every dimpled drop I see Wild flowers on the… — Robert Loveman Copy Share Image
With the defeat of the Reich and pending the emergence of the Asiatic, the African and, perhaps, the South American nationalisms, there… — Adolf Hitler Copy Share Image
Elizabeth Anne Taylor April 25, 1974 - April 25, 2004 Our Sweetheart, Only resting — MaryJanice Davidson 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
To what purpose, April, do you return again? Beauty is not enough. — Edna St. Vincent Millay Copy Share Image