A collection of great quotes from poetry and books about the month of June.
[Collected by Regina Kenney]
“Green was the silence, wet was the light,
the month of June trembled like a butterfly.”
― Pablo Neruda, 100 Love Sonnets
“I wonder what it would be like to live in a world where it was always June.”
― L.M. Montgomery, Anne of the Island
“In early June the world of leaf and blade and flowers explodes, and every sunset is different.”
― John Steinbeck, The Winter of Our Discontent
“It was June, and the world smelled of roses. The sunshine was like powdered gold over the grassy hillside.”
― Maud Hart Lovelace, Betsy-Tacy and Tib
“June suns, you cannot store them
To warm the winter’s cold,
The lad that hopes for heaven
Shall fill his mouth with mould.”
― A.E. Housman
“(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.)”
― Virginia Woolf, Mrs. Dalloway
