April Quote by Rabindranath Tagore

April comes like an idiot, babbling and strewing flowers.

— Edna St. Vincent Millay

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

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 marks the season when school begins. You wear your new school uniform, and I ask you to please be as unstylish as those…

— Novala Takemoto

“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

“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

No days such honored days as these! While yet Fair Aphrodite reigned, men seeking wide For some fair thing which should forever bide On…

— Helen Hunt Jackson

Sweet April-time-O cruel April-time! Year after year returning, with a brow Of promise, and red lips with longing paled, And backward-hidden hands that clutch…

— Dinah Maria Murlock Craik

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

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

— Anonymous

“At April' Toss your gay heads, Brown girl trees; Toss your gay lovely heads; Shake your brown slim bodies; Stretch your brown slim arms;…

— Anonymous

But these are flowers that fly and all but sing: And now from having ridden out desire They lie closed over in the wind…

— Robert Frost