Quotes About June

Only a poet—not a novelist, and certainly not a historian—would be able to describe the despair that began to seep through the city toward the middle of June.

It was Sunday, June 29, 1975, a milestone for the personal computer.

harsh winters. If this calf was born in May or June of last year, it might have been eight months old now. The cow, its mother, was

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

by the middle of June, Kitty was so much recovered as to be able to enter Meryton without tears; an event of such happy promise as to make Elizabeth hope that by the following Christmas she might be so tolerably reasonable as not to mention an officer above once a day, unless, by some cruel and malicious arrangement at the War Office, another regiment should be quartered in Meryton.

Global stocks bottomed in June 1921, but global economies didn't hit bottom for fully two more years.

8 June. At London. I am pent up in frowsy lodgings, where there is not room enough to swing a cat.

I miss London on nights in June or in October.

The best part about Maui is that I can spend a lot of time outside. My off-season is April, May, and June.

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

You always feel like your 18-year-old self in some sense. And that's what walking through New York on a June evening feels like – you feel like it's Friday, and you're 17 years old.

the faucet of June that rings the triangle of the air

Driving back on that hot June day past some government buildings, the Justice commented that he thought one of the great harms wrought by central air conditioning was that it had enabled the government in Washington to function during the summer, rather than closing up shop and leaving people alone the way it had formerly done.

On the twelfth of June, 1812, the forces of Western Europe crossed the Russian frontier and war began, that is, an event took place opposed to human reason and to human nature.

Love me this first day of June. I'd rather sleep with ashes than priestly wisdom. Of all the lonely places in the world this is best where debris is human. I kiss the precious ashes that fall from fiery flesh. On these familiar shapes I lay my kisses down.

I don't know if there are many misconceptions. One is that my birthday is on Valentine's Day. It's on 7 June.

Life is an admirable arrangement, isn't it, little mother. It is so clever of it to have June in every year and a morning in every day, let alone things like birds, and Shakespeare, and one's work.

All June I bound the rose in sheaves, Now, rose by rose, I strip the leaves.

And that night he couldn't sleep, but lay looking out at the light June night which was full of lonely whisperings and rustlings and the pattering of feet. The air was sweet with the smell of flowers.

We left Madras on June 21st, 1977, on the Panamanian-registered Japanese cargo ship Tsimtsum.

We can allow ourselves this 1920s picture of Virginia Woolf and T.S. Eliot, dancing the Chicken Strut or the Memphis Shake together, with Leonard, pehaps, winding up the gramophone, after tea on a June afternoon.

In the night I was asleep,' Christophe says. 'It was some old ghost, I suppose.' 'Surely not,' Riche says. 'I never heard of ghosts that walk in June.' There's something in that. It was the veiled ladies—living women, as far as one knows—who attended him, till dawn came and they faded into the wall. He remembers the dappling of their garments, the streaks of darkness where they had wiped the queen's blood on their robes.

Her head appears to be on fire but that is only a trick of the light. It was June 13, eighty-three degrees out, under sunny skies.

What ideal, immutable Platonic cloud could equal the beauty and perfection of any ordinary everyday cloud floating over, say, Tuba City, Arizona, on a hot day in June?