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April 1. This is the day upon which we are reminded of what we are on the other three hundred and sixty-four.
April is the cruelest month.
Yes, another April; in a way, in this story, it is always April.
It's June in January Because I'm in love It always is spring in my heart with you in my arms.
April fool, n. The March fool with another month added to his folly.
18th February 2015
O month when they who love must love and wed.
The ides of March are come.
Soothsayer: Ay, Caesar; but not gone.
In early September, there come
You ought to know that October is the first Spring month.
February, when the days of winter seem endless and no amount of wistful recollecting can bring back any air of summer.
January has only one thing to be said for it: it is followed by February. Nothing so well becomes its passing.
Spring is the time of plans and projects.
What of October, that ambiguous month, the month of tension, the unendurable month?
31 October.
Still hurrying along. The day has come,
It's not a giant thing, like graduation, Mardi Gras, Halloween or New Year's. We do get business from it. That's why we put stuff out; we don't skip it. It's our big thing for March.
If January is the month of change, February is the month of lasting change. January is for dreamers ... February is for doers -
Spring is the Period
Express from God.
Among the other seasons
Himself abide,
But during March and April
None stir abroad
Without a cordial interview
With God.
February by a nasty bout of flu. I myself will lose my voice. And around Easter, one of our number will leave us forever.
It was one of those March days when the sun shines hot and the wind blows cold: when it is summer in the light, and winter in the shade.
Well-apparel'd April on the heel
Of limping Winter treads.
January 26th. The day when nothing remarkable happens to anyone else.
April, the angel of the months, the young love of the year.
Did we do our best to meet our priorities for that day, based on the given circumstances and unexpected life events? Today agility and fluidity are truly the key elements required - along with patience, compassion, forgiveness, and gentle discipline. Maryrose Solis, founder, March 4ward
April is the cruelest month - - - - mixing memory and desire - - -
spring From this
February is the uncertain month, neither black nor white but all shades between by turns. Nothing is sure.
January gray is here, like a sexton by her grave; February bears the bier, march with grief doth howl and rave, and April weeps
but, O ye hours! Follow with May's fairest flowers.
September 15th. - This is the month of quiet days, crimson creepers, and blackberries; of mellow afternoons in the ripening garden; of tea under acacias instead of too shady beeches; of wood fires in the library in chilly evenings.
Aprils have never meant much to me, autumns seem that season of beginning, spring.
When God was making the months I think February was a mistake, like a burp. There it was, small, dark, and prickly. It had absolutely no redeeming qualities.
The march is a way to get in celebration mode.
The Ides of March. A sky-lidded night plain. A star-loaded sky. A moon without a pond to primp in. A wind without a leaf to tease. A nighthawk without a wire to rest on. A couple without a corner to turn. Her sandals, his wheels, made a popcorn-eating sound in the sand.
May and June. Soft syllables, gentle names for the two best months in the garden year: cool, misty mornings gently burned away with a warming spring sun, followed by breezy afternoons and chilly nights. The discussion of philosophy is over; it's time for work to begin.
Spring's an expansive time: yet I don't trust
March with its peck of dust,
Nor April with its rainbow-crowned brief showers,
Nor even May, whose flowers
One frost may wither thro' the sunless hours.
April and May were painful, lonely months for me because I couldn't talk to you. I never knew that spring could be so painful and lonely. Better to have three Februaries than a spring like this.
Here cometh April again, and as far as I can see the world hath more fools in it than ever.
Here at CBS, spring also means March Madness. I love the name March Madness. I'm glad the PC police haven't made us change March Madness to early spring psychosis.
Spring is my sweetheart ...
Spring
The season between winter and summer, comprising in the Northern Hemisphere
the months March, April and May.
The ability of something to return to its original shape when it is pressed down, stretched or twisted.
November, if your heart was mine it would never break.
The joys come close upon the sorrows this time, and I rather think the changes have begun,' said Mrs March. 'In most families there comes, now and then, a year full of events; this has been such an one, but it ends well, after all.
You do not need to think about a month, you need to plan the day
September is the other January.
Officially it was almost spring but someone had forgotten to pass the news on to winter.
The end of the year! I draw the balance. Inquiry of conscience and request to the Spirit for progress and maturity.
I was born in February, but I come alive in October.
Spring is spring.
December is the toughest month of the year. Others are July, January, September, April, November, May, March, June, October, August, and February.
I'm just staring at him, mouth half-open. As soon as I realize it, I find something to say, anything. "Who the hell are you?"
"March," he tells me.
"That a name or an order?
While it is February one can taste the full joys of anticipation. Spring stands at the gate with her finger on the latch.
June is the time for being in the world in new ways, for throwing off the cold and dark spots of life.
Spring is a time to find out where you are, who you are, and move toward where you are going.
If all the months and all their days could be like June weather in New York, there would be paradise on earth. Often, in early June, momentous decisions are made, power waxes strong, quick wars are fought, and love affairs are begun and ended.
In a minute - Sometime soon - Maybe next time - Make it June Until later Doesnt always come
A windy March is lucky. Every pint of March dust brings a peck of September corn, and a pound of October cotton.
April, April
Laugh thy girlish laughter;
Then, the moment after,
Weep thy girlish tears.
Does changing for the better absolve you of all the wicked shit you did before?
No. March fills my head like a warm glow. Instead you receive the twin delights of guilt and regret.
April. Spring was on the land like an itch. The whole countryside seemed to be scratching itself awake - lazily, luxuriously, though occasionally scratching so hard its nails hit bone, that old cold calcium that lies beneath our tingles.
Early spring is the time for vigorous change, a preparation for the heat-driven oppression that is to come.
A light exists in Spring
Not present in the year
at any other period
When March is scarcely here.
September 14th, 2009
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 ...
If I was on a march at the moment I would be saying to everyone: 'Be honest with each other. Admit there are limitless possibilities in relationships, and love as many people as you can in whatever way you want, and get rid of your inhibitions, and we'll all be happy.
A few months more, and he, perhaps, may be walking here.
When winter comes, spring can't be far behind
I have to march because my mother could not have an abortion.
Spring being a tough act to follow, God created June.
Spring seems far off, impossible, but it is coming. Already there is dusk instead of darkness at five in the afternoon; already hope is stirring at the edges of the day.
Caesar. The Ides of March are come. Soothsayer. [2] Ay, Caesar; but not gone.
But you raised a ruckus about and threatened to perform a Julius Caesarian on anybody on anybody who calls April the cruelest month- I was Damn born out of the loins of my father in the spring of April, you claimed. Surgeon, you stood up for the month of buds and bitches like a true Kuon Kunos
The siren south is well enough, but New York, at the beginning of March, is a hoyden we would not care to miss
a drafty wench, her temperature up and down, full of bold promises and dust in the eye.
When April steps aside for May,
Like diamonds all the rain-drops glisten;
Fresh violets open every day:
To some new bird each hour we listen.
February was sobbing and blustering its lachrymose way into March, when she received a letter from the Dean.
In the Vedic Calender, the year 2013 is said to be the year of Victory. Victory of the Good over Bad.It is said to begin in the end of march.
January is the month for dreaming.
June is the gateway to summer ...
April never ceased to surprise ... there were always a few glorious days, perfect days, when it seemed as thought anything were possible.
The past has flown away. The coming month and year do not exist. Ours only is the present's tiny point.
March is the perfect month for a wedding. Just make sure it's after the NCAA tournament. I think we'll go far this year. Go Big Blue!
I don't care who her mother is," Magnus said. "You can't see me with out an appointment. Come back later. Next March would be good,"
"March?" Sebastian looked horrified.
"You're right," Magnus said, "Too rainy. How about June?
February is just plain malicious. It knows your defenses are down.
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 the joys Of vanished springs, like flowers.
Wearing of the green
On March seventeen.
Shamrocks and Irish folk
Take o'er the scene!
The stormy March has come at last, With winds and clouds and changing skies; I hear the rushing of the blast That through the snowy valley flies.
It is June, the time when men mass and ships lie in readiness. The king conquers Sweden at this time every year.
April is the cruellest 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.
May: the lilacs are in bloom. Forget yourself.
ONE Monday, May 2, 2005
In Spring! In the creation of art it must be as it is in Spring!
the Americans have never changed over. They still call today March 6th 1959. Their custom is to put the month before the day. It makes good sense, as the month is more significant than the day.
August. We were arguing. You want love to be like this every day don't you? 92 degrees even in the shade.
Spring with its wavin' green grass and heaps of sweet-smellin' flowers on every hill and in every dale.
So ... um ... what's the, er, date? You know, the due date for the little monster.
#May-26-2017 #StarWars
Summer treads on heels of spring.
Spring never is spring unless it comes too soon.
early summer of 2004, I
spring, Jake had
For years the first of May was the day all leases expired, and on that day mass migrations would take place, with families lugging eiderdowns and ancestral portraits through the streets, as if in parody of the march of the wagon trains.