A Quotes
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“APRIL 20, 2017 Day 110 of 365...God did not bring you far to fail you now, it has full of succession both good vibes and bad times. But still have a way”
“April 27. Incapable of living with people, of speaking. Complete immersion in myself, thinking of myself. Apathetic, witless, fearful. I have nothing to say to anyone - never.”
Source: 1914-1923. Tr. by Martin Greenberg, with the co-operation of Hannah Arendt
“April 43rd 2000
Today is the day of great triumph. There is a king of Spain. He has been found at last. That king is me. I only discovered this today. Frankly, it all came to me in a flash.”
Source: Diary of a Madman and Other Stories
“April brings the primrose sweet, / Scatters daisies at our feet.”
Source: Pretty lessons in verse, for good children; with some lessons in Latin in easy rhyme
“April comes like an idiot, babbling and strewing flowers.”
Source: The Edna St. Vincent Millay Collection
“April ended and May came along, but May was even worse than April. In the deepening spring of May, I had no choice but to recognize the trembling of my heart.”
Source: Norwegian Wood
“April ended and May came along, but May was even worse than April. In the deepening spring of May, I had no choice but to recognize the trembling of my heart. It usually happened as the sun was going down. In the pale evening gloom, when the soft fragrance of magnolias hung in the air, my heart would swell without warning, and tremble, and lurch with a stab of pain. I would try clamping my eyes shut and gritting my teeth, and wait for it to pass. And it would pass....but slowly, taking its own time, and leaving a dull ache behind.
At those times I would write to Naoko. In my letters to her, I would describe only things that were touching or pleasant or beautiful: the fragrance of grasses, the caress of a spring breeze, the light of the moon, a movie I'd seen, a song I liked, a book that had moved me. I myself would be comforted by letters like this when I would reread what I had written. And I would feel that the world I lived in was a wonderful one. I wrote any number of letters like this, but from Naoko or Reiko I heart nothing.”
Source: Norwegian Wood
“April fool, n. The March fool with another month added to his folly.”
Source: The Devil's Dictionary: The Devil World
“April frowned, irritation evident. “I did not consent to your presence,” she said peevishly. “Please depart, and attempt your political assassination on someone else’s property.”
“April in Paris, chestnuts in blossom, holiday tables under the trees.”
“April is a fun month.”
“April is a promise of what's to come.”
“April is a promise that May is bound to keep.”
“April is Poetry Month, the Academy of American Poets tells us. In 2013 there were 7,427 poetry readings in April, many on a Thursday. For anyone born in 1928 who pays attention to poetry, the numerousness is astonishing. In April of 1948, there were 15 readings in the United States, 12 by Robert Frost.
So I claim. The figures are imaginary, but you get the point.”
Source: Essays After Eighty
“April is tax month. If you are having trouble filing your taxes, then you should hire an accountant. They'll give you the same advice that they've given hundreds of corporations - taxes are for douche bags.”
“April is the cruelest month, breeding
Lilacs out of the dead land, mixing
Memory and desire, stirring
Dull roots with spring rain.
Winter kept us warm, covering
Earth in forgetful snow, feeding
A little life with dried tubers.
Summer surprised us, coming over the Starnbergersee
With a shower of rain; we stopped in the colonnade,
And went on in sunlight, into the Hofgarten,
And drank coffee, and talked for an hour.
Bin gar keine Russin, stamm' aus Litauen, echt deutsch.
And when we were children, staying at the arch-duke's,
My cousin's, he took me out on a sled,
And I was frightened. He said, Marie,
Marie, hold on tight. And down we went.
In the mountains, there you feel free.
I read, much of the night, and go south in the winter.”
“April is the cruelest month.' So begins T.S. Eliot’s 1922 masterpiece, a 434-line poem titled 'The Waste Land.' Until my employment as a trail maintenance worker, this had simply been a line on a page, albeit a line fraught with metaphorical import and potential. Now I saw it for what it was—a big fat lie—because Eliot grew up in St. Louis and no one forgets what a Missouri summer is like. If the Nobel laureate had been truthful with himself, the opening verse would start out, 'June’s a bitch.”
Source: Nature's Housekeeper
“April is the cruelest month, breeding lilacs out of the dead land, mixing memory and desire, stirring dull roots with spring rain.”
“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 too much, the world burgeons with promises it can't keep, all passion is really a setup, and we're doomed to get our hearts broken yet again. I agree, and would further add: Who cares? Every spring I go out there anyway, around the bend, unconditionally. ... Come the end of the dark days, I am more than joyful. I'm nuts.”
Source: Animal, Vegetable, Miracle: Our Year of Seasonal Eating
“April is the cruellest month.”
“april is the month of light, rediscovery, love, passion and balance
remember that some people like clouds will always try to diminish your brilliance but you like the sun should never stop shining
believe in yourself. there is magic in your veins.
it’s time you realise it’s all in you it’s always been there all along.
nothing or no one can stop you.”
Source: April is Lush
“April is the two-week-old kitten, the month-old lamb, the six-month-old heifer, the two-year-old girl. Too young to know it has either past or future, it wears the ribbon of the fleeting present as part of itself.”
“April Jenkins' children's book Kirby of the Serengeti is an amazing fantasy adventure across the plains of the Serengeti. The story beholds the bonding of the lion pride, yet the generosity that can still exist toward a lost baby zebra - a great lesson for life! The watchful eye of the butterfly gives the story a lightness and a guardian-angel perspective.
As a veterinarian and guardian for Kirby, I thoroughly endorse this must-read for children and adults alike.
— Dr. John Otto, DVM, University Animal Hospital, and Co-author of the best selling and award-nominated children's book Sarge: The Veteran's Best Friend, Marvin's Gift, and Marvin's Shining Star”
Source: Sarge: The Veteran's Best Friend
“April prepares her green traffic light and the world thinks Go.”
Source: John Mistletoe
“April Rain It is not raining rain to me, It's raining daffodils; In every dimpled drop I see Wild flowers on the hills. The clouds of gray engulf the day And overwhelm the town; It is not raining rain to me, It's raining roses down. It is not raining rain to me, But fields of clover bloom, Where any buccaneering bee May find a bed and room. A health unto the happy! A fig for him who frets!- It is not raining rain to me, It's raining violets.”
“April's Fool by Stewart Stafford
The fool of April enters bowing,
Ritual humiliation's shameful call,
A harsh harlequin's wooden stocks,
Butchering "wit" to wound and maul.
A victimless crime full of victims,
Spring showers weep a jester's cheek,
Reputations pilloried in estocada—
Merciful gods spared us a week.
By noon, the branding is over,
The faux superior blunder on.
Jokers think they're oh-so-clever,
Booed offstage to oblivion gone.
© 2026, Stewart Stafford. All rights reserved.”
“April splinters like an ice palace.”
Source: In the Next Galaxy
“april
.. ..
WATERCRESS VICHYSSOISE
S & M CHICKEN
CHEESE AND BACON POTATOES
CREAMED SPINACH
COCONUT LAYER CAKE”
Source: Table for Seven
“April's air stirs in Willow-leaves...a butterfly Floats and balances”
“April's rare capricious loveliness.”
Source: Poems
“April, April
Laugh thy girlish laughter;
Then, the moment after,
Weep thy girlish tears.”
“April, like a child,
Writes hieroglyphs on dust with flowers,
Wipes them away and forgets.”
Source: Poems
“April, the angel of the months, the young love of the year.”
Source: The Garden
“Aprils have never meant much to me, autumns seem that season of beginning, spring.”
Source: Breakfast at Tiffany's
“Apriority creates ambiguities among ideas.”
Source: My Ancestor Was an Ancient Astronaut
“Apro la porta, piano. La chiave scricchiola, il legno geme. L'odore di libri mi raggiunge subito le narici. Inspiro e sorrido. Mi rendo conto che la prima volta che ero stata qui non mi ero accorta di tutti questi dettagli. Ero stata inondata da tutte le sensazioni che sentivo ed ero rimasta stordita, incapace di distinguere tutte le diverse sfaccettature.
Sgattaiolo dentro e chiudo la porta. Mi sento come una bambina che abbia trovato un rifugio segreto. Sono come Mary de "Il giardino segreto". Sento nelle ossa che questo posto è mio.”
Source: Una folle danza sfrenata
“Apropos of Eskimo, I once heard a missionary describe the extraordinary difficulty he had found in translating the Bible into Eskimo. It was useless to talk of corn or wine to a people who did not know even what they meant, so he had to use equivalents within their powers of comprehension. Thus in the Eskimo version of the Scriptures the miracle of Cana of Galilee is described as turning the water into blubber; the 8th verse of the 5th chapter of the First Epistle of St. Peter ran: ‘Your adversary the devil, as a roaring Polar bear walketh about, seeking whom he may devour.’ In the same way ‘A land flowing with milk and honey’ became ‘A land flowing with whale’s blubber,’ and throughout the New Testament the words ‘Lamb of God’ had to be translated ‘little Seal of God,’ as the nearest possible equivalent. The missionary added that his converts had the lowest opinion of Jonah for not having utilised his exceptional opportunities by killing and eating the whale.”
Source: The Days Before Yesterday
“Apropos of sleep, that sinister adventure of all our nights, we may say that men go to bed daily with an audacity that would be incomprehensible if we did not know that it is the result of ignorance of the danger."
-Baudelairei”
“Apropos, you're going to have to learn to sooner or later that you can't just let other people decide what the world around you should and shouldn't be.”
Source: Sir Apropos of Nothing
“Apropos, is not the Scotch phrase 'Auld Lang Syne' exceedingly expressive? I shall give you the verses on the other sheet. The words of 'Auld Lang Syne' are good, but the music is an old air, the rudiments of the modern tune of that name. ... Dare to be honest and fear no labor. ... Opera is where a man gets stabbed in the back, and instead of dying, he sings. ... Chords that vibrate sweetest pleasure thrill the deepest notes of woe. ... Critics! Those cut-throat bandits in the paths of fame.”
“Aprovar e reprovar são atitudes absurdas para com a vida, Não viemos ao mundo para dar vazão aos nossos preconceitos morais. Jamais presto atenção ao que diz o vulgo, nunca interfiro no que fazem as pessoas simpáticas.”
Source: The Picture Of Dorian Gray
“Aprovecho para aclarar que las cosas no suceden para que aprendamos algo, simplemente suceden y es nuestra libre decisión aprender de ellas o no.”
Source: Cómo curar un corazón roto. 10 Aniversario
“Aprovéchate todo lo que puedas, pero no te entregues tú mismo: el sentido de la vida es no pertenecer a nadie más que a si mismo.”
Source: First love
“Aproximou-se certo dia de uma fonte clara como prata e não contaminada pelo gado, pelo pássaros, pelas feras nem pelos ramos caídos das arvores próximas. Narciso, sentando-se, exausto, na margem daquela fonte, logo se enamorou de sua própria imagem. Primeiro tentou abraçar e beijar o belo jovem que tinha diante de si; depois, reconheceu a si mesmo e permaneceu horas fixando o espelho da água da fonte como se encantado. O amor lhe era, ao mesmo tempo, concedido e negado; ele se consumia de dor e, ao mesmo tempo, gozava de seu tormento sabendo que, ao menos, não trairia a si próprio, acontecesse o que acontecesse.”
Source: Amar Traicionar: Casi una Apología de la Traición [To Love, To Betray: Life as Betrayal]
“Aproximou-se. O pequeno parecia um bacorinho no peito da inimiga. E, quando as outras deram conta, estava ela de pé, maravilhada, a dizer:
- Olha lá se me engasgas o rapaz, é Cacilda!”
Source: Contos Da Montanha
“Après avoir rattaché en 1492 la Castille à son royaume d’Aragon, le roi Ferdinand II devait déclarer : “Par expérience, on voit que les régimes dits du sort et du sac, dans les cités et dans les villes, favorisent davantage la vie bonne, une administration et un régime sains que les régimes qui se fondent à l’inverse sur l’élection. Ils sont plus unis et plus égaux, plus pacifiques et plus détachés des passions”
Source: Contre les élections
“Après la destruction d'Alamout (1256), la secte des Assassins s'est perpétuée sous une forme on ne peut plus pacifique : les ismaéliens, adeptes de l'Aga Khan, dont on oublie parfois qu'il est le successeur en droite ligne de Hassan as-Sabbah.”
Source: Les croisades vues par les Arabes
“Après ski is my favorite sport.”
Source: Audition
“Après tout, on ne juge le monde que d'après son propre coeur. L'avare seul voit les gens menés par l'intérêt, le luxurieux par l'obsession du désir. Pour Madame Angellier, un Allemand n'était pas un homme, c'était une personnification de la cruauté, de la perversité et de la haine. Que d'autres eussent un jugement différent était impossible, invraisemblable... Elle ne pouvait pas plus se répresenter Lucile amoureuse d'un Allemand qu'elle n'eût imaginé l'accouplement d'une femme et d'une bête fabuleuse, comme la licorne, le dragon ou la tarasque.”
Source: Suite Française
“Après tout, on vit à l'époque des Kleenex. On fait avec les gens comme avec les mouchoirs, on froisse après usage, on jette, on en prend un autre, on se mouche, on froisse, on jette. Tout le monde se sert des basques du voisin.”
Source: Fahrenheit 451