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“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

“It was spring, the barren time in March when you cannot be sure if it is really warner, but you are so desperate for change that you tell yourself the mud at the edge of the sidewalk is different than winter mud and you are sure that the smell of we soil has suddenly a bit of the scent of summer rains, of grass and drowned earthworms. And it has, because it is spring and inside the ground something is stirring.”
― Maureen F. McHugh

“We have to stand up for what is right--
work, march, struggle for what is right--
but we must stay vigilant that it is for the good of all”
― Shellen Lubin

“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

“It was an overcast day, but the cloudy weather did not detract from the signs of spring that were evident all around them. It was the second week in March, and the official start of the season was just a couple of weeks away. The magnolia trees had already bloomed, and tulips, daffodils, and wildflowers were shooting up all around the convent's gardens.”
― Rosanna Chiofalo, Rosalia's Bittersweet Pastry Shop

“My dear girl, I love you ever and ever and without reserve.”
― John Keats, 100 Best-Loved Poems

“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

“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

“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

“Every cold and dark phase ends and hence begins a beautiful phase of warmth and vibrance. Don't believe? Just notice March”
― Anamika Mishra

“I love March as it gives me hope that new beginnings are always beautiful”
― Anamika Mishra

“People marched not just because of what Donald Trump did, but because of what all the Donald Trumps have always done. Women marched not just because a woman had lost, but because we too were all done with losing.”
― Amber Tamblyn, Era of Ignition: Coming of Age in a Time of Rage and Revolution

“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

“Flowers and colours everywhere, I am so glad that March is here”
― Anamika Mishra

“March is when some days are winter and some days are spring, but it's not a smooth gradient from the beginning of the month to the end. Good thing my ducks love the merging of the two seasons.”
― Jarod Kintz, Ducks are the stars of the karaoke bird world

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

“March is an example of how beautiful new beginnings can be”
― Anamika Mishra, Dreamcatcher

“Spring was coming, either way, even in nasty old March---in like a lion, out like a lamb. That's what folks say. But that year, it came less like a lion and more like a mule with a skittish streak and muscly haunches; one solid kick and that was all. One hard, white freeze and that was all.”
― Allie Ray, Holler

“White, green, and blue, the colors of winter that have predominated for at least four months, cede the stage to brown. Much has been written about the therapeutic properties of green and blue, but plugs for brown are scant. The snow's disappearance amounts to the emotional equivalent of a plastic surgery gone bad. When the gauze is unwrapped, the patient sees the result and is horror stricken.”
― Randy Spencer, Where Cool Waters Flow: Four Seasons with a Master Maine Guide

“One day, I hope to go back. To my wife, to my girls, but also to the man of moral certainty that I was that day; that innocent man, who knew with such clear confidence exactly what it was that he was meant to do.”
― Geraldine Brooks, March

“Nevertheless, we can face the deeper problem, which Mill formulates as follows: 'What really are the intellectual characteristics of this age; whether our mental light - let us account for the fact as we may - has not lost in its intensity, at least a part of what it has gained in diffusion?' Mill is formulating the problem as a question. But the article to which he is responding was a plea 'for the moderns against those who placed the ancients above them,' so that Mill's signature would seem to imply an answer to his question which would place the ancients above the moderns. The phrasing of the question is, in any case, an endorsement of a reflexive criterion that Mill's father would repudiate: 'The intense was with him a bye-word of scornful disapprobation.' In fact Mill is pitting the Romantic and poetic criterion of inner 'intensity' against his father's utilitarian and journalistic criterion of public diffusion.''' That Mill has lost his youthful confidence in the progress attendant upon the diffusion of knowledge is even more evident form his next question: 'Whether our 'march of intellect' be not rather a march towards doing without intellect and supplying our deficiency of giants by the united efforts of a constantly increasing multitude of dwarfs?”
― Robert Denoon Cumming, Human Nature and History: A Study of the Development of Liberal Political Thought

“If a thousand old beliefs were ruined in our march to truth, we must still march on.”
― Stopford Brooke

“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

“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

“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

“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

“Why March?" I wondered. I finally realized it wasn't that there was anything special about the month of March - it just wasn't good for much else.”
― Randy Spencer, Where Cool Waters Flow: Four Seasons with a Master Maine Guide

“Priveau de departe spre imparatia mortii si a vesniciei, catre care se indreptau. Un mers pe pamant, dar care se sfarseste in vesnicie, caci el nu se intreapta catre un scop pamantesc, catre un obiect ori o fiinta, ci spre un lucru care se afla dincolo.”
― Constantin Virgil Gheorghiu, Dracula in Carpati