For many, the month of June reigns supreme over other months in the year. It’s the beginning of summer, and with it comes warm weather, beach getaways, and backyard barbecues. Below you’ll find a collection of insightful quotes about June…Read With Love…
Goodbye May Hello June.
June is the gateway to summer.
A cold in the head in June is an immoral thing.
It’s so god damn cold it’s gonna snow until June.
It is better to be a young June bug than an old bird of paradise.
And what is so rare as a day in June? Then, if ever, come perfect days.
James Russell Lowell
Half a year is gone… Welcome june, please be awesome and surprise…
If a June night could talk, it would probably boast it invented romance.
All June I bound the rose in sheaves, Now, rose by rose, I strip the leaves.
I wonder what it would be like to live in a world where it was always June.
And since all this loveliness can not be Heaven, I know in my heart it is June.
Green was the silence, wet was the light, the month of June trembled like a butterfly.
In early June the world of leaf and blade and flowers explodes, and every sunset is different.
The two most important days in your life are the day you are born and the day you find out why.
If you ever need to find motivation to accomplish something, try telling a few people what you are planning to do.
Aaron P. Taylor
It is the month of June, The month of leaves and roses, When pleasant sights salute the eyes and pleasant scents the noses.
Nathaniel Parker Willis
Today, I’m going to have fun with my friends and loved ones because it’s a very special day for me. Hello june happy birthday to me.
If you have a family that loves you, a few good friends, food on your table and a roof over your head. You are richer than you think. Happy 1st june !
In June as many as a dozen species may burst their buds on a single day. No man can heed all of these anniversaries; no man can ignore all of them.
There are moments, above all on June evenings, when the lakes that hold our moons are sucked into the earth, and nothing is left but wine and the touch of a hand.
June falls asleep upon her bier of flowers; In vain are dewdrops sprinkled o’er her, In vain would fond winds fan her back to life, Her hours are numbered on the floral dial.
On this June day the buds in my garden are almost as enchanting as the open flowers. Things in bud bring, in the heat of a June noontide, the recollection of the loveliest days of the year, those days of May when all is suggested, nothing yet fulfilled.