April Quotes

April is the cruelest month, breedinglilacs out of the dead land, mixingmemory and desire, stirringd...

Spring is made of solid, fourteen-karat gratitude, the reward for the long wait. Every religious tra...

TO what purpose, April, do you return again? Beauty is not enough. You can no longer quiet me with t...

Summer is only the unfulfilled promise of spring, a charlatan in place of the warm balmy nights I dr...

We can't possibly have a summer love. So many people have tried that the name's become proverbial. S...

My biggest hero, Gregory Peck, was my birthday present on April 14, 1973. I just sat and stared at h...

October knew, of course, that the action of turning a page, of ending a chapter or shutting a book, ...