June Quotes

I wonder what it would be like to live in a world where it was always June.

L.M. Montgomery

Today has been a day dropped out of June into April.

L.M. Montgomery

In June we picked the clover,And sea-shells in July:There was no silence at the door,No word from the sky.A hand came out of AugustAnd flicked his life away:We had not time to bargain, mope,Moralize, or pray.

Cecil Day-Lewis

It was June, and the world smelled of roses. The sunshine was like powdered gold over the grassy hillside.

Maud Hart Lovelace

We can't possibly have a summer love. So many people have tried that the name's become proverbial. Summer is only the unfulfilled promise of spring, a charlatan in place of the warm balmy nights I dream of in April. It's a sad season of life without growth...It has no day.

F. Scott Fitzgerald

The secret island had looked mysterious enough on the night they had seen it before - but now, swimming in the hot June haze, it seemed more enchanting than ever. As they drew near to it, and saw the willow trees that bent over the water-edge and heard the sharp call of moorhens that scuttled off, the children gazed in delight. Nothing but trees and birds and little wild animals. Oh, what a secret island, all for their very own, to live on and play on.

The Republic's most wanted criminal is just a boy, sitting before me, suddenly vulnerable, laying all his weaknesses out for me to see.

Marie Lu

I've never thought of describing her beauty as delicate, because delicate just isn't a word that fits June... but here, now that she's sick, I realize just how fragile she can be.

Marie Lu

Someone's going to be very pleased to see you.""I don't think the Elector will be as excited as you think.""I wasn't talking about the Elector."My heart jumps at that.

Marie Lu

June will break your heart. I can see it already. She'll shatter you into a million pieces.

Marie Lu

Stay safe. I want to see you again when all this is done.

Marie Lu

I need to let him go.

Marie Lu

You led the soldiers right to my family's door. You're the reason they're dead.

Marie Lu

I'm so sorry. I am so sorry for everything.

Marie Lu

I certainly don't understand all these strange new feelings inside me--am I here because I love him, or because I owe him?

Marie Lu

Goodnight, June.

Marie Lu

June," Day murmurs. I feel a strange warmth at the sound of my name on his lips.

Marie Lu

I find myself pausing to admire her face.For a brief moment, I'm lost to my surroundings.

Marie Lu

He returns my smile. His teeth are beautiful, the loveliest I've seen so far on these streets.

Marie Lu

Day, the boy from the streets with nothing except the clothes on his back and the earnestness in his eyes, owns my heart.

Marie Lu

It’s you,” he whispers. There is wonder in his voice. “Is it?” I whisper back, my voice trembling with all the emotions I’ve kept hidden for so long

Marie Lu

Then Day reaches out and touches my hand with his. He encloses it in a handshake. And just like that, I am linked with him again, I feel the pulse of our bond and his- tory and love through our hands, like a wave of magic, the return of a long-lost friend. Of something meant to be. The feeling brings tears to my eyes. Perhaps we can take a step forward together.“Hi,” he says. “I’m Daniel.” “Hi,” I reply. “I’m June.

Marie Lu

What a joke! Poor little rich girl's fallen in love with the Republic's most famous criminal.

Marie Lu

Sometimes, the sun sets earlier. Days don’t last forever, you know. But I’ll fight as hard as I can. I can promise you that.

Marie Lu

I’ve been searching a long time for something I think I lost. I felt like I found something when I saw you back there.

Marie Lu

You're brilliant,"he says."But you're a fool to stay with someone like me."I close my eyes at the touch of his hand."Then we are both fools.

Marie Lu

You should have taken me with you," I whisper to him. Then I lean my head against his and begin to cry. In my mind, I make a silent promise to my brother's killer.I will hunt you down. I will scour the streets of Los Angeles for you. Search every street in the Republic if I have to. I will trick you and deceive you, lie, cheat and steal to find you, tempt you out of your hiding place, and chase you until you have nowhere else to run. I make you this promise: your life is mine.

Marie Lu

We can heal. Perhaps we can return to that same place we once stood, when we were both young and innocent.

Marie Lu

I turn even more flustered when I remember that I have actually pistol-whipped him in the face before. Romantic.

Marie Lu

June would always be Charlotte's favorite month on Quinnipeague. She loved the frothy roil of the sea as it recovered from a day of rain, and in those early mornings, before the fog lifted and sun warmed the island, there was nothing, nothing better than a wood fire, wool socks, and hot chocolate made from scratch.

Barbara Delinsky

I lean my head against my knee and close my eyes. Even the illusion of June is enough to send a stabbing pain through my chest. Hell. I miss her so much.

Marie Lu

He took my hand and held it against his chest, "Feel that? It beats for you.

I'm not loyal enough to the Republic to stamp that loyalty right on my face. Leave that to June.

Marie Lu

I was one of those unfortunates adopted by upper middle-class professionals and nurtured in an environment of learning, art and a socio-religious culture steeped in more than 2000 years of Talmudic tradition. Not everyone is lucky enough to have been raised in a whiskey tango trailer park by a bow-legged female whose sole qualification for motherhood is a womb that happened to catch a sperm of a passing truck driver.

Generation Kill

It means, Day, that you're dying.

Marie Lu

Lots of people go mad in January. Not as many as in May, of course. Nor June. But January is your third most common month for madness.

Karen Joy Fowler

I will hunt you down. I will scour the streets of Los Angeles for you. Search every street in the Republic if I have to. I will trick you and deceive you, lie, cheat and steal to find you, tempt you out of your hiding place, and chase you until you have nowhere else to run. I make you this promise: your life is mine.

Marie Lu

I'd gotten someone killed.The price people seem to pay for crossing my path.

Marie Lu

At this moment, all I'm thinking about is what I'd give up for the chance to kiss her or to run my fingers through her dark hair.

Marie Lu

I ALMOST KISSED THE GIRL LAST NIGHT.

Marie Lu

Before I can say anything else, he steps forward and takes my face in his hands. Then he's kissing me one last time.

Marie Lu

If you could not do much in the month of April with five letters, think of what really you can do with the month of May with three letters before you open the door of the month of June with four letters. Which is the break time for the entire twelve months of the year. Until you clearly understand how you are spending the year, you shall finish spending it and ponder over how you spent it, year after year! No one is absolutely free from excuses and the challenges of life. You just have to do something great with each day in the year!

Ernest Agyemang Yeboah

June suns, you cannot store themTo warm the winter's cold,The lad that hopes for heavenShall fill his mouth with mould.

What's the point of keeping in touch with the girl you're crazy about, when you're dying?

Marie Lu

Her sadness makes her impossibly beautiful, like snow blanketing a barren landscape.

Marie Lu

She's pretty in a way that distracts me just like she did in the Skiz ring. No, pretty's not the right word. Beautiful.

Marie Lu

I'm supposed to hate you for what you did, I think. But her eyes linger on me in a way that refuses to let me.

Marie Lu

But every now and then, when I steal a glance at the Girl, or feel her eyes on me, I helplessly drift back to thinking about her.

Marie Lu

Marie Lu

What a strange thing it is to wake up to a milk-white overcast June morning! The sun is hidden by a thick cotton blanket of clouds, and the air is vapor-filled and hazy with a concentration of blooming scent.The world is somnolent and cool, in a temporary reprieve from the normal heat and radiance.But the sensation of illusion is strong. Because the sun can break through the clouds at any moment . . .What a soft thoughtful time.In this illusory gloom, like a night-blooming flower, let your imagination bloom in a riot of color.

He's right. I can't deny it. I am the reason Day lost everything that matters to him.

Marie Lu

I realizedJune had never beenjust a monthmusic...never just a trembleon my lipswarmth was nevermerely a blanket.

(June had drawn out every leaf on the trees. The mothers of Pimlico gave suck to their young. Messages were passing from the Fleet to the Admiralty. Arlington Street and Piccadilly seemed to chafe the very air in the Park and lift its leaves hotly, brilliantly, on waves of that divine vitality which Clarissa loved. To dance, to ride, she had adored all that.)

June has never looked more beautiful than she does now, unadorned and honest, vulnerable yet invincible.

Marie Lu

I had a chat with May and I had a sweet talk with April but the lovely conversation that left me to ponder was the long talk I had with June. Mathematics came to tell me that May is 3, June is 4 and April is 5. ‘ This should have been the counting order’ Mathematics said to me, and added, if you add 3 and 5 you shall surely get 8 and if you find the mid of 8 you will get 4 which is June. Ask June why the disorder! So I quickly called June and asked, why have you change the order? June said, ‘my brother, in this era, you should least give men things which are in order. Let them ponder and put things in order and they will learn something better’. I had to ponder and wonder. Then June added, those who will ponder to know why I have change the order to be at the mid of the other shall get to the mid of the other and wonder why they are at the mid of the other and end the other in wonder but, those who would never see why they must ponder when they get to the mid of the other to know why I am there shall end the other in disorder. They shall end the other and wander in the end! I was quick to ask June, which other? June calmly said, the twelve disciples of the year. Disciples’? I asked. June quickly said, I mean months! In your journey of life, take a break as you journey and ponder over the journey; June concluded!

Ernest Agyemang Yeboah

June cackled with delight, muttering, "Whoops!" as a car almost killed them.

June cackled with delight, muttering, "Whoops!" as a car almost killed them.

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

At midnight, in the month of June, I stand beneath the mystic moon.

Edgar Allan Poe

i have laughedmore than daffodilsand cried more than June.

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