Quotes About August

We're not even supposed to have a break in August if we have not passed the appropriations bills. It's in the House rules.

Ya para agosto, las brigadas paramilitares derechistas bloqueaban el tráfico con barricadas ardientes y protagonizaban batallas campales con grupos de jóvenes izquierdistas en el centro de Santiago, mientras grupos estudiantiles de democratacristianos buscaban mártires en enfrentamientos con la policía durante manifestaciones contra políticas educacionales juzgadas perjudiciales para las escuelas privadas.

She might be dead, but she was on a plane out of Turin in mid-August.

In August of 1993, Frank Salerno, the famous bulldog of Sheriffs Homicide, retired from police work for good.

Agent Bill Hagmeyer and program coordinator Terri Green arrived with two crime analysts from VICAP (The Violent Criminal Apprehension Program) on August 6. Hagmeyer was one of the originators of the BSU and had personally interviewed two dozen serial murderers.

He says: It's a letter that was written a long time ago but never sent. It's addressed to you. It starts with your first name. It dates from August 1984.

S.O.S. I NEED YOUR HELP. I AM INJURED, NEAR DEATH, AND TOO WEAK TO HIKE OUT OF HERE. I AM ALL ALONE, THIS IS NO JOKE. IN THE NAME OF GOD, PLEASE REMAIN TO SAVE ME. I AM OUT COLLECTING BERRIES CLOSE BY AND SHALL RETURN THIS EVENING. THANK YOU, CHRIS MCCANDLESS. AUGUST?

Dead Commander, enter into Valhalla now! Speech at Hindenburg's funeral in Tannenberg Monument, August 7, 1934

When you are in a sport, there is a plan to reach for perfection in a certain week in August and it gives you a focus in life and in everything you do around it.

August, the summer's last messenger of misery, is a hollow actor.

I miss the archipelago, the islands outside of Stockholm, the most. That's where I spent my summers as a kid. Going on a boat and island-hopping. In August, we have a crayfish party.

It is best to be born in April or August when the life-giving Sun is in its exaltation sign Aries or Leo, its home, for then we enter the sea of life on the crest-wave and are backed in the battle of existence by an abundant fund of vim and energy.

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. Now the pattern of days was familiar and repeated like a penman beautifully inscribing again and again, in practice, a series of it's and w's and m's, day after day the line repeated in delicate rills.

Today is August 4, 2026," said a second voice from the kitchen ceiling, "in the city of Allendale, California." It repeated the date three times for memory's sake. "Today is Mr. Featherstone's birthday. Today is the anniversary of Tilita's marriage. Insurance is payable, as are the water, gas, and light bills.

Reality Is an Activity of the Most August Imagination.

That August was the chemical weapons attack.

Why was it, Corvus wondered, as he stood before the august presence with a genial smile sculpted on his face, that one always whispered in the presence of kings and cretins?

August is the month of the high-sailing hawks. The hen hawk is the most noticeable. He likes the haze and calm of these long, warm days. He is a bird of leisure and seems always at his ease. How beautiful and majestic are his movements!

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.

It is August. My life is going to change. I feel it.

Alas, Measured Perfectly Saturday, August 25, 1888. 5:20 P.M. is the name of a photograph of two old women in a front yard, beside a white house. One of the women is sitting in a chair with a dog in her lap. The other woman is looking at some flowers. Perhaps the women are happy, but then it is Saturday, August 25, 1888. 5:21 P.M., and all over.

Tinsel in February, tinsel in August. There are things in a man besides his reason.

Men yearn for poetry though they may not confess it; they desire that joy shall be graceful and sorrow august and infinity have a form.

It's August, which means Congress is on recess and Mitch McConnell has shimmied back into the ocean to seek a mate.