April Quote by Dinah Maria Murlock Craik

April is the cruellest month.

— T. S. Eliot

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…

— John Clare

“April is the cruelest month.”

— T.S. Eliot

“April is the cruellest month, breeding Lilacs out of the dead land, mixing Memory and desire, stirring Dull roots with spring rain. Winter kept…

— Thomas Stearns Eliot

Spring TO what purpose, April, do you return again? Beauty is not enough. You can no longer quiet me with the redness Of little…

— Edna St. Vincent Millay

April is the cruelest month, breeding lilacs out of the dead land, mixing memory and desire, stirring dull roots with spring rain.

— Anonymous

April is the cruelest month, T.S. Eliot wrote, by which I think he meant (among other things) that springtime makes people crazy. We expect…

— Barbara Kingsolver

“winter always carries with it something of our sadness; then April came, that daybreak of summer, fresh like every dawn, gay like every childhood;…

— Victor Hugo

Oh, how this spring of love resembleth, The uncertain glory of an April day, Which now shows all beauty of the Sun, And by…

— William Shakespeare

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,…

— Sarah Chauncey Woolsey

Somehow the bright beauty had gone from April afternoon and from her heart as well and the sad sweetness of remembering was as bitter…

— Margaret Mitchell

April comes like an idiot, babbling and strewing flowers.

— Edna St. Vincent Millay