April is the cruelest month, breeding lilacs out of the dead land, mixing memory and desire, stirring dull roots with spring rain.— T. S. Eliot
Almighty April And Spring quotations
Autumn is a second spring where every leaf is a flower.
I have seen the Lady April bringing the daffodils, Bringing the springing grass and the soft warm April rain.
In the Spring a livelier iris changes on the burnish'd dove;
In the Spring a young man's fancy lightly turns to thoughts of love.
Great effort springs naturally from a great attitude.
That age is best which is the first When youth and blood are warmer.
Can words describe the fragrance of the very breath of spring?
Nothing is so beautiful as spring- When weeds in wheels, shoot long and lovely and lush.
Gratitude is the fairest blossom which springs from the soul.
I stuck my head out the window this morning and spring kissed me bang in the face.
In April the sweet showers fall And pierce the drought of March to the root, and all The veins are bathed in liquor of such power As brings about the engendering of the flower.
Spring unlocks the flowers to paint the laughing soil.
Let us love winter, for it is the spring of genius.
There is no season such delight can bring, as summer, autumn, winter and the spring.
When the April wind wakes the call for the soil, I hold the plough as my only hold upon the earth, and, as I follow through the fresh and fragrant furrow, I am planted with every foot-step, growing, budding, blooming into a spirit of spring.
You can't see Canada across lake Erie, but you know it's there.
It's the same with spring. You have to have faith, especially in Cleveland.
Loveliest of trees, the cherry now Is hung with bloom along the bough.
Spring in the world! And all things are made new!
That God once loved a garden we learn in Holy writ.
And seeing gardens in the Spring I well can credit it.
All things seem possible in May.
The shot heard round the world.
No days such honored days as these! While yet Fair Aphrodite reigned, men seeking wide For some fair thing which should forever bide On earth, her beauteous memory to set In fitting frame that no age could forget, Her name in lovely April's name did hide, And leave it there, eternally allied To all the fairest flowers Spring did beget.
April's air stirs in Willow-leaves...a butterfly Floats and balances
The world's favorite season is the spring. All things seem possible in May.
Come, fill the Cup, and in the Fire of Spring The Winter Garment of Repentance fling: The Bird of Time has but a little way To fly-and Lo! the Bird is on the Wing.
When spring came, even the false spring, there were no problems except where to be happiest.
Winter is on my head, but eternal spring is in my heart.
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.
Well-apparel'd April on the heel Of limping Winter treads.
Blossom by blossom the spring begins.
The air is like a butterfly With frail blue wings. The happy earth looks at the sky And sings.
The sun was warm but the wind was chill.
You know how it is with an April day. When the sun is out and the wind is still, You're one month on in the middle of May. But if you so much as dare to speak, a cloud come over the sunlit arch, And wind comes off a frozen peak, And you're two months back in the middle of March.
Spring, the sweet spring, is the year's pleasant king;
Then blooms each thing, then maids dance in a ring, Cold doth not sting, the pretty birds do sing. Cuckoo, jug-jug, pu-we, to-witta-woo!
The sun was warm but the wind was chill. You know how it is with an April day.
I sing of brooks, of blossoms, birds, and bowers: Of April, May, or June, and July flowers. I sing of Maypoles, Hock-carts, wassails, wakes, Of bridegrooms, brides, and of the bridal cakes.
Is the spring coming?" he said. "What is it like?"... "It is the sun shining on the rain and the rain falling on the sunshine.
Winter's done, and April's in the skies, Earth, look up with laughter in your eyes!
'Tis spring; come out to ramble The hilly brakes around, For under thorn and bramble About the hollow ground The primroses are found. And there's the windflower chilly With all the winds at play, And there's the Lenten lily That has not long to stay And dies on Easter day.
This outward spring and garden are a reflection of the inward garden.