April And Spring Quotes by Victor Hugo, William Browne, William Watson, B. C. Forbes, Wilton E. Hall, Charles Dudley Warner and many others.

Winter is on my head, but eternal spring is in my heart.
There is no season such delight can bring, as summer, autumn, winter and the spring.
April, April
Laugh thy girlish laughter;
Then, the moment after,
Weep thy girlish tears.
Laugh thy girlish laughter;
Then, the moment after,
Weep thy girlish tears.
It is only the farmer who faithfully plants seeds in the Spring, who reaps a harvest in the Autumn.
Science has never drummed up quite as effective a tranquilizing agent as a sunny spring day.
Hoe while it is spring, and enjoy the best anticipations. It is not much matter if things do not turn out well.
The sun was warm but the wind was chill. You know how it is with an April day. When the sun is out and the wind is still, You’re one month on in the middle of May. But if you so much as dare to speak, a cloud come over the sunlit arch, And wind comes off a frozen peak, And you’re two months back in the middle of March.
Spring, the sweet Spring, is the year’s pleasant king
From you have I been absent in the spring,
When proud pied April, dressed in all his trim,
Hath put a spirit of youth in every thing.
When proud pied April, dressed in all his trim,
Hath put a spirit of youth in every thing.
Every April God rewrites the book of Genesis.
Blossom by blossom the spring begins.
Spring is when you feel like whistling even with a shoe full of slush.
Is the spring coming?” he said. “What is it like?”… “It is the sun shining on the rain and the rain falling on the sunshine.
Sitting quietly, doing nothing, Spring comes, and the grass grows, by itself.
April is the cruelest month, breeding lilacs out of the dead land, mixing memory and desire, stirring dull roots with spring rain.
Every spring is the only spring, a perpetual astonishment.
For winter’s rains and ruins are over, And all the season of snows and sins; The days dividing lover and lover, The light that loses, the night that wins; And time remembered isgrief forgotten, And frosts are slain and flowers begotten, And in green underwood and cover Blossom by blossom the spring begins.