Quotes - August

Quotes about August by topic: Summer and August, People and August, August features, Autumn and August, Nature and August, Love and August, Gardening and August, Winter and August, Heat and August, Calm and August, School and August, etc.

Summer and August

The arrival of August means that summer is drawing to a close, and that’s exactly why it should be embraced. (Amanda McArthur)
If it wasn’t for August, summer wouldn’t end. (Natalie Rozbitskaya)
If June was the beginning of a hopeful summer, and July the juice middle, August was suddenly feeling like the bitter end. (Sarah Dessen)
Summer is like a weekend. Just as beautiful, and just as fast. June is Friday, July is Saturday, August is Sunday. (Marina Tsvetaeva)
Summer is like a fruit, it peaks at the beginning of June, still sour, swells, ripens from July, until its skin cracks from which trickles, at the end of August, a sweet, thick juice … Which will be lost if there is no one to savor it. (Madeleine Chapsal)
Your August can be as memorable as the leaving summer. (Jennifer Lewis)
Today is the first day of August; it is no longer July. Summer passes, and Summer friends will melt away like snow in spring. (Rolf van der Wind)
The first week of August hangs at the very top of summer, the top of the live-long year, like the highest seat of a Ferris wheel when it pauses in its turning. The weeks that come before are only a climb from balmy spring, and those that follow a drop to the chill of autumn, but the first week of August is motionless and hot. It is curiously silent, too, with blank white dawns and glaring noons, and sunsets smeared with too much color. (Natalie Babbitt)

People and August

My doctor gave me two weeks to live. I hope they’re in August. (Ronnie Shakes)
August depresses me a little. I don’t even feel like eating. And when I don’t eat, that’s a sure sign of stagnation. (Willard Scott)
Breathe the sweetness that hovers in August. (Denise Levertov)
Remember to be gentle with yourself and others. We are all children of chance, and none can say why some fields will blossom while others lay brown beneath the August sun. (Kent Nerburn)
Now we have autumn, the clusters, showered with raindrops, shining between the berries, will no longer be filled with sweet juices – the rainy August took everything from them. Do not give them back what they have lost. Late! But for a person, maybe it’s never too late. I tell myself that it’s never too late for a man. (François Mauriac)
When August days are hot an’ dry,
I won’t sit by an’ sigh or die,
I’ll get my bottle (on the sly)
And go ahead, and fish, and lie… (Paul Laurence Dunbar)
Like a petal of jasmine, matte skin…
Evening dusk of August – it was probably August…
I remember my eyes vaguely, but as if they were blue…
Yes, blue, sapphire-blue eyes. (Constantine Cavafy)

August features

August is the month when it is impossible to open the window on the bus, which could not be closed in December. (Leonard Louis Levinson)
Never presume August is a safe or reliable time of the year. (Alice Hoffman)
August, the summer’s last messenger of misery, is a hollow actor. (Henry Rollins)
August is the month of the high-sailing hawks. The hen hawk is the most noticeable. He is a bird of leisure and seems always at his ease. (John Burroughs)
August.
Peaches and candied fruits,
and mowing in honey dew.
The sun enters the amber of sunset,
like a stone in an apricot.
And the cob secretly laughs
with a yellow laugh, like the summer heat.
August again. And the swarthy bread with the ripe moon is
sweet to the children . (Federico García Lorca)

Autumn and August

August is the border between summer and autumn; it is the most beautiful month I know. (Tove Jansson)
Don’t let your August be four weeks of feeling sad that fall is right around the corner. (Jasmine Vaughn-Hall)
When summer opens, I see how fast it matures and fears it will be short; but after the heats of July and August, I am reconciled, like one who has had his swing, to the cool of autumn. (Ralph Waldo Emerson)
August was almost over. The first cool touch of autumn moved slowly through the town and there was a softening and the first gradual burning fever of color in every tree, a faint flush and coloring in the hills, and the color of lions in the wheat fields. (Ray Bradbury)
This was one of those perfect New England days in late summer where the spirit of autumn takes a first stealing flight, like a spy, through the ripening country-side, and, with feigned sympathy for those who droop with August heat, puts her cool cloak of bracing air about leaf and flower and human shoulders. (Sarah Orne Jewett)

Nature and August

August of another summer, and once again, I am drinking the sun, and the lilies again are spread across the water. (Mary Oliver)
August is ripening grain in the fields… Vivid dahlias fling huge tousled blossoms through gardens and joe-pye-weed dusts the meadow purple. (Jean Hersey)
It was a motionless August evening, a magnificent sunset, as if squeezed to the end, to the end tormented orange-king. (Vladimir Nabokov)
The foliage has been losing its freshness through the month of August, and here and there a yellow leaf shows itself like the first gray hair amidst the locks of a beauty who has seen one season too many. (Oliver Wendell Holmes, Jr.)

Love and August

Love bites, love is soft. Love dies in mid – August. Without words without remorse or turmoil. (Hubert-Felix Thiéfaine)
There was a midsummer restlessness abroad—early August with imprudent loves and impulsive crimes. (F. Scott Fitzgerald)
August lovers,
August lovers pass with flowers, the
invisible calls of the front doors draw them in,
August lovers in red shirts with half-open mouths
flicker at the crossroads, disappear into the alleys,
run across the square. (Joseph Brodsky)

Gardening and August

No one can believe that God is not good when the August gardens are in their heyday. (Gladys Taber)
Dry August and warm, Doth harvest no harm. (Thomas Tusser)
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. (Henry David Thoreau)
I love the little garden in the back of my family’s brownstone in Brooklyn. Digging out there in the dirt is a joy for me, although by the time August rolls around and my roses have black spot, I need the break winter provides. (Siri Hustvedt)

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Winter and August

August is that last flicker of fun and heat before everything fades and dies. The final moments of fun before the freeze. In the winter, everything changes. (Rasmenia Massoud)
Caught in the doldrums of August we may have regretted the departing summer, having sighed over the vanished strawberries and all that they signified. Now, however, we look forward almost eagerly to winter’s approach. (Denis Mackail)
Boston has two seasons: August and winter. (Billy Herman)
It has been calculated that the Christmas holidays cause the death of ten thousand times more healthy young fir trees each year than do all the forest fires of the month of august. (Francois Cavanna)

Heat and August

The month of August had turned into a griddle where the days just lay there and sizzled. (Sue Monk Kidd)
August is a month when if it is hot weather it is really very hot. (Gertrude Stein)
In August, an inescapable blanket of heat settled over Paducah, the last gasping breath of summer roaring its weight out over the populace. (Kelsey Brickl)
To many, Heathrow in August is a paradigm of Hell. (Paul Johnson)
Leaving any bookstore is hard, especially on a day in August, when the street outside burns and glares, and the books inside are cool and crisp to the touch. (Jane Smiley)

Calm and August

August is the slow, gentle month that stretches out the longest across the span of a year. It yawns and lingers on with the light in its palms. (Victoria Erickson)
Nothing happens in August – except when something really happens in August. (Anne Applebaum)
How clear is August, gentle and calm,
Aware of the transience of beauty.
Having gilded the leaves of wood,
He arranged the feelings in a slender order. (Konstantin Balmont)

Vacation and August

In August most of Europe goes on holiday. (Tony Visconti)
In August, even God is on vacation. (Gabriel Garcia Marquez)
Living in the city in August, living by the sea in June, is the ultimate aristocracy and the rare elegance of the French summer holidaymaker. (Pierre Desproges)
So, the most cultured citizens used part of the vacation in the spring. The first primroses did not have time to bloom, and they already rushed to the distant shores with all sails, so that August, when all normal people are resting, could be spent at the desk, sorting through the captured frames. (Luciana Littizzetto)

School and August

I bet deep down you still wish your mom would take you clothes shopping every August for the new school year. (Bridgette Willard)
August used to be a sad month for me. As the days went on, the thought of school starting weighed heavily upon my young frame. (Henry Rollins)
August was nearly over – the month of apples and falling stars, the last care-free month for the school children. The days were not hot, but sunny and limpidly clear – the first sign of advancing autumn. (Victor Nekrasov)

Evil and August

August is a wicked month. (Edna O’Brien)
Punch after punch after punch. February is a mean bully. Nothing could be worse – except August. (Katherine Paterson)
He is both righteous and crafty,
And he is worse than all the months:
In every August, God is right, There are
so many holidays and deaths. (Anna Akhmatova)

Rain and August

August rain: the best of the summer gone, and the new fall not yet born. The odd uneven time. (Sylvia Plath)
August flew by like a dream. On the eve of the first of September, they went to bed at midnight … It began to rain. Heavy drops lazily descended from the sky and plopped down on the asphalt. For some reason it seemed to Antoine that the rain was warm, and perhaps salty, like Lucille’s tears, which quietly rolled down from her eyes onto his cheek. (Françoise Sagan)

Night and August

That August time it was delight
To watch the red moons wane to white. (Algernon Charles Swinburne)
Every year, the bright Scandinavian summer nights fade without anyone’s noticing. One evening in August you have an errand outdoors, and all of a sudden it’s pitch-black. It is still summer, but the summer is no longer alive. (Tove Jansson)

Age and August

Childhood is June, and old age is August, but here it is, July, and my life, this year, is July inside of July. (Rick Bass)
August is a time of growing up, of forgotten forever’s, full of the sweetest intent. (Meka Boyle)
Youth is in a grand flush, like the hot days of ending summer; and pleasant dreams thrall your spirit, like the smoky atmosphere that bathes the landscape of an August day. (Donald G. Mitchell)

Wonder and August

Everything good, everything magical happens between the months of June and August. (Jenny Han)
The road is a strange place. Shuffling along, I looked up and you were there walking across the grass toward my truck on an August day. In retrospect, it seems inevitable – it could not have been any other way – a case of what I call the high probability of the improbable. (Robert James Waller)

Sleep and August

August creates as she slumbers, replete and satisfied. (Joseph Wood Krutch)
August still stretched before us – long and golden and reassuring, like an endless period of delicious sleep. (Lauren Oliver)

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