Quote by John Updike Download Open image ““How many more, I must ask myself, such perfect ends of Augusts will I witness?”” — John Updike ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ 4.2 out of 5 (6 ratings) Copy quoteShare
“I lie down and think about how this whole long, strange summer ought to end in a substantial event. But, probably, won't. For the… — Sara Baume Copy Share Image
“For one, dazzling, infinite moment, August felt like he was standing on a precipice, the end of one world and the beginning of another,… — Victoria Schwab Copy Share Image
“The second day in August - is that not the loveliest day of the year?” — Chloe Michelle Howarth Copy Share Image
“How many more times will you remember a certain afternoon of your childhood, some afternoon that's so deeply a part of your being that… — Paul Bowles Copy Share Image
“It occurred to me that I was going to have to make the most of this summer, really make it count, in case there… — Jenny Han Copy Share Image
“You never like it to happen, for something as hopeful and sudden as a January thaw to come to an end, but end it… — Leif Enger Copy Share Image
“You know, Young, this is as good as anything gets. I wonder if this is it? Is this the very best day I'll ever… — Gail Giles Copy Share Image
“The whole summer stretched out before us, long, hot, endless. September flashed like a tiny red warning light in the distance, but if I… — Natalie Standiford Copy Share Image
“One thing is beautiful beyond my words to say it: August holding you.” — Sue Monk Kidd Copy Share Image
“I have observed...in the course of my life, that if things are going outwardly one month, they are sure to mend the next.” — Jane Austen Copy Share Image
“Ah, September! You are the doorway to the season that awakens my soul... but I must confess that I love you only because you… — Peggy Toney Horton Copy Share Image
“There was another reason why I wasn't ready to tell you all this that night in the airport." "What other reason?" "Guess what today… — Marie Force Copy Share Image
Life is a roller coaster, you have your ups and downs unless you fall off. — John Updike Copy Share Image
Children are not a zoo of entertainingly exotic creatures, but an array of mirrors in which the human predicament leaps out at us. — John Updike Copy Share Image
I assume my stance, and take back the club, low, slowly; at the top, my eyes fog over, and my joints dip and swirl… — John Updike Copy Share Image
The New England spirit does not seek solutions in a crowd; raw light and solitariness are less dreaded than welcomed as enhancers of our… — John Updike Copy Share Image
I imagine most of that stuff on the information highway is roadkill anyway. — John Updike Copy Share Image
Families, doing everything for each other out of imagined obligation and always getting in each other's way, what a tangle. — John Updike Copy Share Image
“The mind cannot fall asleep as long as it watches itself. Only when the mind moves unwatched and becomes absorbed in images that tug it as it were to one side does self-consciousness dissolve and sleep with its healing, brilliantly detailed fictions pour in upon the jittery spirit. Falling asleep is a study in trust. Likewise, religion tries to put… — John Updike Copy Share
In fiction, imaginary people become realer to us than any named celebrity glimpsed in a series of rumored events, whose causes and subtler ramifications… — John Updike Copy Share Image
“Her hair had been going gray as long as he could remember; she bundled it behind in a bun held with hairpins that he… — John Updike Copy Share Image
