The quiet August noon has come;
A slumberous silence fills the sky;
The winds are still, the trees are dumb,
In glassy sleep the waters lie.
A slumberous silence fills the sky;
The winds are still, the trees are dumb,
In glassy sleep the waters lie.
William Cullen Bryant - A Summer Ramble
Less than a month ago all of August still stretched before us - long and golden and reassuring, like an endless period of delicious sleep.
August is a gentle reminder for not having done a single thing from your new year resolution for seven months and not doing any for the next five.
Everything good, everything magical happens between the months of June and August.
Breathe the sweetness that hovers in August.
Nobody is perfect, but people born in August almost get there.
August is like the Sunday of summer.
August rain: the best of the summer gone, and the new fall not yet born. The odd uneven time.
If June was the beginning of a hopeful summer, and July the juice middle, August was suddenly feeling like the bitter end.
August of another summer, and once again I am drinking the sun and the lilies again are spread across the water.
Anyone else got the feeling that July lasted exactly three days?
Hey August, let's go out together in the next thirty days!
All the other months are just crude experiments, out of which the perfect August is made.
Summer - the seasons between spring and autumn, comprising in the Northern Hemisphere
the warmest months of the year: June, July and August.
The period of finest development, perfection, or beauty previous to any decline; the summer of life.
the warmest months of the year: June, July and August.
The period of finest development, perfection, or beauty previous to any decline; the summer of life.
In August, the large masses of berries, which, when in flower, had attracted many wild bees, gradually assumed their bright velvety crimson hue, and by their weight again bent down and broke their tender limbs.
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Summer romances end for all kinds of reasons. But when all is said and done, they have one thing in common: They are shooting stars-a spectacular moment of light in the heavens, a fleeting glimpse of eternity. And in a flash, they're gone.
And so with the sunshine and the great bursts of leaves growing on the trees, just as things grow in fast movies, I had that familiar conviction that life was beginning over again with the summer.
Summer is a promissory note signed in June, its long days spent and gone before you know it, and due to be repaid next January.
Like a welcome summer rain, humor may suddenly cleanse and cool the earth, the air and you.
Summer is the time when it is too hot to do the job that it was too cold to do last winter.
Summer is for everyone. No matter how life changes, no matter how many things happen this year, summer will never disappear, just like the love between people.
June is a gentle reminder for not having done a single thing from your new year resolution for five months and not doing any for the next seven.
Hello June, good morning! The days get hotter, the nights get longer...
June is the gateway to summer.
If I had my way, I'd remove January from the calendar altogether and have an extra July instead.
July is hot afternoons and sultry nights and mornings when its joy just to be alive.
I'm fifty-seven. Too old for starting over, too young for giving up.
Sara Baume in Spill Simmer Falter Wither
One summer morning at sunrise a long time ago I met a little girl with a book under her arm. I asked her why she was out so early and she answered that there were too many books and far too little time. And there she was absolutely right.
Pale is the February sky,
And brief the mid-day's sunny hours;
The wind-swept forest seems to sigh
For the sweet time of leaves and flowers.
And brief the mid-day's sunny hours;
The wind-swept forest seems to sigh
For the sweet time of leaves and flowers.
William Cullen Bryant - The Twenty-Second of February
Maybe that was how it was with all first loves. They own a little piece of your heart, always.
Jenny Han in Summer Series - We'll Always Have Summer
Grief is a hole you walk around in the daytime and at night you fall into it.
Perhaps when we find ourselves wanting everything, it is because we are dangerously close to wanting nothing.
In the summer, the days were long, stretching into each other. Out of school, everything was on pause and yet happening at the same time, this collection of weeks when anything was possible.
Tell me, what is it you plan to do with your one wild and precious life?
Finding someone you love and who loves you back is a wonderful, wonderful feeling. But finding a true soul mate is an even better feeling. A soul mate is someone who understands you like no other, loves you like no other, will be there for you forever, no matter what. They say that nothing lasts forever, but I am a firm believer in the fact that for some, love lives on even after we're gone.
"Oh man, what a year it was!"
"Dude, it's the middle of February."
"Dude, it's the middle of February."
Hey March, let's go out together in the next thirty days!
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