March Quotes

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Charles Dickens
“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.”
Charles Dickens, Great Expectations

L.M. Montgomery
“March came in that winter like the meekest and mildest of lambs, bringing days that were crisp and golden and tingling, each followed by a frosty pink twilight which gradually lost itself in an elfland of moonshine.”
L.M. Montgomery

Neil Gaiman
“By March, the worst of the winter would be over. The snow would thaw, the rivers begin to run and the world would wake into itself again.

Not that year.

Winter hung in there, like an invalid refusing to die. Day after grey day the ice stayed hard; the world remained unfriendly and cold.”
Neil Gaiman, Odd and the Frost Giants

Steve   Brown
“The good news is that Christ frees us from the need to obnoxiously focus on our goodness, our commitment, and our correctness. Religious has made us obsessive almost beyond endurance. Jesus invited us to a dance...and we've turned in into a march of soldiers, always checking to see if we're doing it right and are in step and in line with the other soldiers. We know a dance would be more fun, but we believe we must go through hell to get to heaven, so we keep marching.”
Steve Brown, A Scandalous Freedom

L.M. Montgomery
“They captured in their ramble all the mysteries and magics of a March evening. Very still and mild it was, wrapped in a great, white, brooding silence -- a silence which was yet threaded through with many little silvery sounds which you could hear if you hearkened as much with your soul as your ears. The girls wandered down a long pineland aisle that seemed to lead right out into the heart of a deep-red, overflowing winter sunset.”
L.M. Montgomery

Vivian Swift
“POOR MARCH
It is the HOMELIEST month of the year. Most of it is MUD, Every Imaginable Form of MUD, and what isn't MUD in March is ugly late-season SNOW falling onto the ground in filthy muddy heaps that look like PILES of DIRTY LAUNDRY.”
Vivian Swift, When Wanderers Cease to Roam: A Traveler's Journal of Staying Put

Colette
“The seventeenth of March. In other words, spring. Desmond, people who think themselves smart, I mean those in the height of fashion, women or men - can they afford to wait any longer before buying their spring wardrobes?”
Colette, Cheri and The Last of Cheri

“Only those with tenacity can march forward in March”
Ernest Agyemang Yeboah

George MacDonald
“May had now set in, but up here among the hills, she was May by curtesy only; or if she was May, she would never be might. She was, indeed, only April with her showers and sunshine, her tearful, childish laughter, and again the frown, and the dispair irremediable. Nay, as if she still kept up a secret correspondence with her cousin March, banished for his rudeness, she would not very seldom shake from her skirts a snow storm, and oftener the dancing hail. Then out would come the sun behind her, and laugh, and say-- "I could not help THAT; but here I am all the same, coming to you as fast as I can!”
George MacDonald, Sir Gibbie

“March is such a fickle month.
It is the seam between winter and spring—though seam suggests an even hem, and March is more like a rough line of stitches sewn by an unsteady hand, swinging wildly between January gusts and June greens. You don’t know what you’ll find, until you step outside.
Estele used to call these the restless days, when the warmer-blooded gods began to stir, and the cold ones began to settle. When dreamers were most prone to bad ideas, and wanderers were likely to get lost.”
V. E. Schwab, The Invisible Life of Addie LaRue
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Kate Clayborn
“Yes, but it’s, you know—every year, you’re all, ‘March! This is going to be great! Start of spring!’ But it’s definitely not, right? Because there will be a weird, freak snowstorm, and it’s like winter’s started all over. Unexpected things happen in March.”
Kate Clayborn, Love Lettering
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Geraldine Brooks
“... So this was how it was to be, now: I would do my best to live in the quick world, but the ghosts of the dead would be ever at hand.”
Geraldine Brooks, March
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George MacDonald
“May had now set in, but up here among the hills, she was May by curtesy only; or if she was May, she would never be might. She was, indeed, only April with her showers and sunshine, her tearful, childish laughter, and again the frown, and the despair irremediable. Nay, as if she still kept up a secret correspondence with her cousin March, banished for his rudeness, she would not very seldom shake from her skirts a snow storm, and oftener the dancing hail. Then out would come the sun behind her, and laugh, and say-- "I could not help THAT; but here I am all the same, coming to you as fast as I can!”
George MacDonald, Sir Gibbie

“Match the right things in March”
Ernest Agyemang Yeboah

Lea Malot
“But why should the daffodils and tulips
Get all the praise and blessings?
My rebirth goes unnoticed- I am worthy
Of smiles and dazzled cries of worship.”
Lea Malot, Coffins & Rhinestones

Kate Morton
“It is a beautiful March morning. The pink gillyflowers beneath my window are in bloom, filling the room with their sweet and heady scent. If I lean close to the windowsill and peer down at the garden bed, I can see the outermost petals, bright with sun. The peach blossom will be next, then the jasmine. Each year it is the same, will continue to be the same for years to come. Long after I am here to enjoy them. Eternally fresh, eternally hopeful, always ingenuous.”
Kate Morton, The House at Riverton

Alix E. Harrow
“It was a bright spring morning, full of promise. Most travelers are familiar with this kind of weather- when the wind blows westward and warm but the ground still chills the soles of your feet, when the tree buds have begun to unfurl and scent the air with secret springtime madness- and they know those days are made for leaving.”
Alix E. Harrow, The Ten Thousand Doors of January

Steven Magee
“In March 2020, the City of Tucson went into COVID-19 lockdown.”
Steven Magee

Anamika Mishra
“Every cold and dark phase ends and hence begins a beautiful phase of warmth and vibrance. Don't believe? Just notice March”
Anamika Mishra
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Anamika Mishra
“I love March as it gives me hope that new beginnings are always beautiful”
Anamika Mishra
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Steven Magee
“By mid-March, I was on COVID-19 lock down in my home due to being a high risk individual with pre-existing conditions.”
Steven Magee

Steven Magee
“By mid-March 2020 in Tucson, Arizona, USA, the schools were closed due to COVID-19.”
Steven Magee

“Who was that Prince?

Yesterday Anybody hasn't knew my name,
It’s really true (gorgeous Prince with brightly brown eyes. Watch Out!). He swishes U’ve seen Us makin' shields (She've got her eye on this Prince, couldn’t get him off her mind). Even though Everybody has me thinkin': Who was that Prince?
© Copyrights/ Who was that Prince, Author and Teacher: Jocylio Moraes (The Little Prince), March 8th/2020-Sunday, Chapter 68/366”
Jocylio Moraes

Steven Magee
“In March 2020, hospitals in Tucson were using social media to beg for essential supplies.”
Steven Magee

“Every time there is a protest or a march. They will be instigators and opportunist. Not everyone who is here, is on our side and is supporting what we are fighting for.”
De philosopher DJ Kyos

Anamika Mishra
“March is an example of how beautiful new beginnings can be”
Anamika Mishra, Dreamcatcher: A Tale of Hope & Love
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Anamika Mishra
“Flowers and colours everywhere, I am so glad that March is here”
Anamika Mishra
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“That’s the trouble with March—the warmth never lasts. There’s that narrow stretch when it parades as spring, just enough for you to thaw if you’re sitting in the sun, but then it’s gone.”
V. E. Schwab, The Invisible Life of Addie LaRue
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Victoria Schwab
“My birthday is in late March, right at that place when the seasons run together. When the sun is warm but the wind is cold, and trees are starting to blossom but the ground hasn’t quite thawed. Mom likes to say I was born with one foot in winter and the other in spring. That’s why I can’t sit still, and why (according to her) I’m always searching for trouble—because I don’t belong to one place.”
Victoria Schwab, City of Ghosts
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“It was the end of March and, even though the weather hadn't warmed noticeably at this elevation, the winter buds had begun to swell on the oaks, giving them the quality of knots in fine lace against the gray overcast.”
James G. Brown, The Morning Side

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