August Quote by Sylvia Plath Download Open image “August rain: the best of the summer gone, and the new fall not yet born. The odd uneven time.” — Sylvia Plath ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ 3.7 out of 5 (7 ratings) Copy quoteShare August Born Fall Gone Odd Rain Summer Summertime Time
“The first week of August hangs at the very top of summer, the top of the live-long year, like the highest seat of a… — Natalie Babbitt Copy Share Image
If I was ever a rare fine summer person, that's long ago. Most of us are half-and-half. The August noon in us works to… — Ray Bradbury Copy Share Image
No summer ever came back, and no two summers ever were alike. Times change, and people change; and if our hearts do not change… — Nathaniel Hawthorne Copy Share Image
The summer days blow through fiercely. With the buried feeling that something is going to happen. Over a summer storm, Soon, the season will… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
Summer is delicious. rain is refreshing, wind braces up, snow is exhilarating; there is no such thing as bad weather, only different kinds of… — John Ruskin Copy Share Image
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The summer day was spoiled with fitful storm; At night the wind died and the soft rain dropped; With lulling murmur, and the air… — Celia Thaxter Copy Share Image
Summer fades; the first cold, Northern air Sweeps, like hatred, through still days - The August heat now gone elsewhere, To Southern, bird-filled coasts and bays; Amid constricting vales of cloud, A pale and liquid Autumn sun That once beat down on an empty plain And may again. And may again. — Trevor Howard Copy Share
the first week of August is motionless, and hot. It is curiously silent, too, with blank white dawns and glaring noons, and sunsets smeared… — Natalie Babbitt Copy Share Image
“It’s funny how one summer can change everything. It must be something about the heat and the smell of chlorine, fresh-cut grass and honeysuckle, asphalt sizzling after late-day thunderstorms, the steam rising while everything drips around it. Something about long, lazy days and whirring air conditioners and bright plastic flip-flops from the drugstore thwacking down the street. Something about fall… — Sarah Dessen Copy Share
“It was a queer, sultry summer, the summer they electrocuted the Rosenbergs, and I didn't know what I was doing in New York.” — Sylvia Plath Copy Share Image
I love life. But it is hard and I have so much, so very much to learn. — Sylvia Plath Copy Share Image
... These are my hands My knees. I may be skin and bone, Nevertheless, I am the same, identical woman. ... --Lady Lazarus — Sylvia Plath Copy Share Image
Sure, I’m dramatic and sloppily semi-cynical and semi-sentimental. But, in leisure years I could grow and choose my way. Now I am living on… — Sylvia Plath Copy Share Image
“People were made of nothing so much as dust, and I couldn't see that doctoring all that dust was a bit better than writing… — Sylvia Plath Copy Share Image
“I couldn't stand the idea of a woman having to have a single pure life and a man being able to have a double… — Sylvia Plath Copy Share Image
I saw the gooseflesh on my skin. I did not know what made it. I was not cold. Had a ghost passed over? No,… — Sylvia Plath Copy Share Image
“The city had faded my tan, though. I looked yellow as a Chinaman. Ordinarily, I would have been nervous about my dress and my… — Sylvia Plath Copy Share Image
A million years of evolution, Eric said bitterly, and what are we? Animals. — Sylvia Plath Copy Share Image
“I have stitched life into me like a rare organ --from "Three Women: A Poem for Three Voices", written 1962” — Sylvia Plath Copy Share Image
On the McLaughlin Report, August 26, 1990: 'There are only two groups that are beating the drums for war in the middle East, the… — Pat Buchanan Copy Share Image
Meanwhile after failing the bar twice, I knew some people in New York and moved here in August '71. — Robert Quine Copy Share Image
I had the advantage, that I know Swedish. So I had the Swedish book and I had a lot of English translations, and German… — Liv Ullmann Copy Share Image
I love the little garden in the back of my family's brownstone in Brooklyn. Digging out there in the dirt is a joy for… — Siri Hustvedt Copy Share Image
I can see that I imagine all kinds of rejection that never happens. I can see that I beg and plead for love that… — Elizabeth Wurtzel Copy Share Image
August depresses me a little. I don't even feel like eating. And when I don't eat, that's a sure sign of stagnation. — Willard Scott Copy Share Image
It [August 10th 1792] was the bloodiest day of the Revolution so far, but also one of the most decisive. — William Doyle Copy Share Image
How sociable the garden was. We ate and talked in given light. The children put their toys to grass All the warm wakeful August… — Thom Gunn Copy Share Image
It's August, which means Congress is on recess and Mitch McConnell has shimmied back into the ocean to seek a mate. — Stephen Colbert Copy Share Image
I studied acting in NYU's graduate program, in which we covered everything from Ibsen and Chekov to August Wilson and David Mamet. — Andre Holland Copy Share Image