April is a gentle reminder for not having done a single thing from your new year resolution for three months and not doing any for the next nine.
But it is a sort of April-weather life that we lead in this world. A little sunshine is generally the prelude to a storm.
April weather, rain and sunshine both together.
Snow in April is abominable. Like a slap in the face when you expected a kiss.
April hath put a spirit of youth in everything.
April is the cruelest month, breeding Lilacs out of the dead land, mixing Memory and desire, stirring Dull roots with spring rain.
April showers bring forth May flowers.
Here cometh April again, and as far as I can see the world hath more fools in it than ever.
April is a promise that May is bound to keep.
There is no glory in star or blossom till looked upon by a loving eye; There is no fragrance in April breezes till breathed with joy as they wander by.
Nobody is perfect, but people born in April almost get there.
Anyone else got the feeling that March lasted exactly three days?
Hey April, let's go out together in the next thirty days!
All the other months are just crude experiments, out of which the perfect April is made.
