Quotes About June

In June 1996 she published a book Out of the Shadows: Fred West's Daughter Tells Her Harrowing Story of Survival.

I joined the Secret Service in June 1999 as a special agent and vividly remember an agency brimming with pride.

People of a certain age remember vividly to this day the moment when, as they waited on a drizzly June morning for the Coronation procession to pass by in London, they heard the magical news that the summit of the world was, so to speak, theirs.

The arm was the arm, and it was the arm - not her husband, or even herself - that she thought about seven years later, on June 28, 1941, as the first German war blasts shook her wooden house to its foundations, and her eyes rolled back in her head to view, before dying, her insides.

June suns, you cannot store them To warm the winter's cold...

June suns, you cannot store them To warm the winter's cold, The lad that hopes for heaven Shall fill his mouth with mould.

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.

I live a life very similar to my characters in that I live a full-blown summer fantasy from June to September. I go to the beach and work there every day.

I was born in June, so I like summer, and my favourite part of a sunny day is when the sun sets.

Now from where I sit this whole thing smells like its downwind from a cow barn on a hot June day!

There is no price set on the lavish summer, And June may be had by the poorest comer.

And what is so rare as a day in June?Then, if ever, come perfect days.

AND what is so rare as a day in June? Then, if ever, come perfect days; Then Heaven tries earth if it be in tune, And over it softly her warm ear lays; Whether we look, or whether we listen, We hear life murmur, or see it glisten;

Through the last days of May and the early days of June, Eleanor

Between June and October the Americans, British and French ended the state of war with Germany

It was a June day when I began my career as a national journalist. I stepped into the Detroit Bureau of the 'Wall Street Journal' and started on what would be a long, varied, rewarding career. I was 23 years old, and the year was 1970.

The best times to visit the Gobi and Three Camel Lodge are June, and September through October. By the beginning of November, it is ferociously cold, while October can swing surreally between warm days and clear, chilly nights and frosty mornings dusted with snow - perfect.

What a thrill, what a shock, to be alive on a morning in June, prosperous, almost scandalously privileged, with a simple errand to run.

Green was the silence, wet was the light, the month of June trembled like a butterfly.

Spring being a tough act to follow, God created June.

That was like swatting June bugs off a fly.

The brightest light, the light of Italy, the purest sky of Scandinavia in the month of June is only a half-light when one compares it to the light of childhood. Even the nights were blue.

'Long about knee-deep in June,'Bout the time strawberries meltsOn the vine.

Now I believe that people need to understand what's happening in my campaign, and they're going to get three or four snapshots of that, with plenty of time before the first disclosure happens in June.