Love is the same as like except you feel sexier.Judith Viorst
April is the fourth month of the year.
- Whan that Aprille with his shoures soote
The droghte of Marche hath perced to the roote,
And bathed every veyne in swich licour,
Of which vertu engendred is the flour
- Geoffrey Chaucer, The Canterbury Tales (opening lines)
- Oh to be in England
Now that April's there,
And whoever wakes in England
Sees, some morning, unaware,
That the lowest boughs and the brushwood sheaf
Round the elm-tree bole are in tiny leaf,
While the chaffinch sings on the orchard bough
In England - now!
- Robert Browning, Home Thoughts from Abroad
- April, April,
Laugh thy girlish laughter;
Then, the moment after,
Weep thy girlish tears!
- Will you not come home, brother? you have been long away,
It's April, and blossom time, and white is the spray;
And bright is the sun, brother, and warm is the rain, -
Will you not come home, brother, home to us again?
- I have seen dawn and sunset on moors and windy hills
Coming in solemn beauty like slow old tunes of Spain:
I have seen the lady April bringing the daffodils,
Bringing the springing grass and the soft warm April rain.
- If April showers
Should come your way,
They bring the flowers
That bloom in May.
- Buddy de Sylva, Song: April Showers
- 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.
- Thomas Stearns Eliot, The Waste Land (opening lines)