🌸 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 , The Waste Land
🌸 It was a bright cold day in April, and the clocks were striking thirteen.
~ George Orwell, 1984
🌸 April hath put a spirit of youth in everything. (Sonnet XCVIII)
~ William Shakespeare , Shakespeare’s Sonnets
🌸 April. Month of dust and lies.
~ Naguib Mahfouz , Adrift on the Nile
🌸 Her laughter sounded like April showers, like whispered secrets, like glass wind-chimes.
~ Rebecca McNutt
🌸 Here cometh April again, and as far as I can see the world hath more fools in it than ever.
~ Charles Lamb
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