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Hello April 2015

“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.”
― William Cowper, Letters of William Cowper: Chosen and Edited with a Memoir and a Few Notes


Hello April 2015

“ ‘April, April, laugh thy girlish laughter, and the moment after, Weep thy girlish tears, April.’ ”
― Angus Wilson, No Laughing Matter


Hello April 2015

“April is the cruelest month, breeding

lilacs out of the dead land, mixing
memory and desire, stirring
dull roots with spring rain.”
― T.S. Eliot, The Waste Land


Hello April 2015

“Okay, don’t get mad.” She pulled out my stake — or at least something that looked like my stake,only the hilt of it was now covered in bright blue crystals and diamond-like gems.

“You Bedazzled my stake?”
“Um … Surprise,” April said, “Just because you’re hunting nasty stuff doesn’t mean you can’t do it in style.”
― Bree Despain, The Lost Saint


Hello April 2015

“The world is its own magic.”
― Shunryu Suzuki


Hello April 2015

“It was a bright cold day in April, and the clocks were striking thirteen.”
― George Orwell, 1984


Hello April 2015

“April hath put a spirit of youth in everything. (Sonnet XCVIII)”
― William Shakespeare


Hello April 2015

“Did you see the look on that guy’s face when he hit the ground? He was all like “Come here, defenceless little girl,’ and then you were like ‘BAM! Take that, suck-face! I’ve got superpowers!”
― Bree Despain, The Lost Saint


Hello April 2015


Hello April 2015

“Song of a Second April

APRIL this year, not otherwise
Than April of a year ago
Is full of whispers, full of sighs,
Dazzling mud and dingy snow;
Hepaticas that pleased you so
Are here again, and butterflies.

There rings a hammering all day,
And shingles lie about the doors;
From orchards near and far away
The gray wood-pecker taps and bores,
And men are merry at their chores,
And children earnest at their play.

The larger streams run still and deep;
Noisy and swift the small brooks run.
Among the mullein stalks the sheep
Go up the hillside in the sun
Pensively; only you are gone,
You that alone I cared to keep.”
― Edna St. Vincent Millay