“ August rain: the best of the summer gone, and the new fall not yet born. The odd uneven time. Sylvia Plath
“ 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 dre… F. Scott Fitzgerald
“ August was nearly over - the month of apples and falling stars, the last care-free month for the school children. The days were not hot, but sunny and limpidly clear - the first sign of advancing autu… Victor Nekrasov
“ I just completed a long car trip on a Sunday in August with two small children, which believe me is enough to convince you that Samuel Beckett was right about everything. Lev Grossman
“ In August, an inescapable blanket of heat settled over Paducah, the last gasping breath of summer roaring its weight out over the populace. Kelsey Brickl
“ 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,… Cecil Day-Lewis
“ August stared at her, aghast. "Did I know that kissing you would bring your soul to surface? That - THAT - would have the same effect as pain or music? No, I must have missed that lesson."She stared a… Victoria Schwab
“ People were messy. They were defined not only by what they'd done, but by what they would have done, under different circumstances, molded as much by their regrets as their actions, choices they stood… Victoria Schwab
“ This morning, the sun endures past dawn. I realise that it is August: the summer's last stand. Sara Baume
“ Now the windows, blinded by the glare of the empty square, had fallen asleep. The balconies declared their emptiness to heaven; the open doorways smelt of coolness and wine. Bruno Schulz
