“Remember to be gentle with yourself and others. We are all children of chance and none can say why some fields will blossom while others lay brown beneath the August sun.”—Kent Nerburn, American writer
“When summer opens, I see how fast it matures, and fear it will be short; but after the heats of July and August, I am reconciled, like one who has had his swing, to the cool of autumn.”—Ralph Waldo Emerson, American essayist and scholar
“I bet deep down you still wish your mom would take you clothes shopping every August for the new school year.”—Bridget Willard, American worship leader
“The English winter—ending in July, / To recommence in August.”—Lord Byron, English poet
“Smell brings to mind … a family dinner of pot roast and sweet potatoes during a myrtle-mad August in a Midwestern town. Smells detonate softly in our memory like poignant land mines hidden under the weedy mass of years.”—Diane Ackerman, American writer
“That August time it was delight / To watch the red moons wane to white.”—Algernon Charles Swinburne, English poet
“The trees tremble with delirious joy as the breeze / Greets them, one by one—now the oak / Now the great sycamore, now the elm.”—From the poem “In August,” Hamlin Garland, American poet
“I would have learnt to love black days like bright ones / The black rain, the white hills, when once / I loved only my happiness and you.” —From the poem “Dark August,” Derek Walcott, Saint Lucien poet and playwright.