Quotations About / On: JUNE

Quotations About / On: JUNE
Muzahidul Reza

June moon, june moon is here under the thick black clouds and june (month of june) long june moon thus goes.

Muzahidul Reza

Oh, rain, you come in june, stay full june, cover the summer vacation, you are the june rain (in the month of june) .

M.F.K Fisher

Wine and cheese are ageless companions, like aspirin and aches, or June and moon, or good people and noble ventures ...

Mutsawashe Museredza

''Oh Lord help us when perusing the pages of our lives at the end of time to do so with joy' Mutsawashe Museredza June 2009

William Shakespeare

He was but as the cuckoo is in June, Heard, not regarded.

Pablo Neruda

“Green was the silence, wet was the light, the month of June trembled like a butterfly.”

Nick Tosches

“And, of course, that is what all of this is - all of this: the one song, ever changing, ever reincarnated, that speaks somehow from and to and for that which is ineffable within us and without us, that is both prayer and deliverance, folly and wisdom, that inspires us to dance or smile or simply to go on, senselessly, incomprehensibly, beatifically, in the face of mortality and the truth that our lives are more ill-writ, ill-rhymed and fleeting than any song, except perhaps those songs - that song, endlesly reincarnated - born of that truth, be it the moon and June of that truth, or the wordless blue moan, or the rotgut or the elegant poetry of it. That nameless black-hulled ship of Ulysses, that long black train, that Terraplane, that mystery train, that Rocket 88, that Buick 6 - same journey, same miracle, same end and endlessness.”

Sadiqullah Khan

The oppressed become aware of themselves when it becomes a threat to their carnal bodies and physical pain assails them. Otherwise they wait for God. Sadiqullah Khan Gilgit June 19,2015.

Alfred Edward Housman

“June suns, you cannot store them To warm the winters cold, The lad that hopes for heaven Shall fill his mouth with mould.”

Ronald Chapman

Because of you Korea, I discovered after four decades of heartache, that I could dream again, since that June day, in the year of the dragon.2012. I've written more than 700 dreams about a beautiful place I pray every day that God! Sends me a Miracle so that I can touch your earth under Heaven's skies after such a long time. Thank you, Korea

Robert Frost

"Warm in December, cold in June, you say?" "I don't suppose the water's changed at all. You and I know enough to know it's warm Compared with cold, and cold compared with warm. But all the fun's in how you say a thing."

Lyn Paul

Too many people in this world Think only of themselves.... We need to change that! Copyright Reserved June 2015 Lyn Paul

Warren Falcon

Belly belly the hard boiled egg. I map out of a dream. Love a long necked boy. Dance lips! Leaves of legion. Jelly, yard dog! Leap to June.

Ruby Campos

Quotes Search in your quotes... Add New Quote Title All Quotes Tuesday, June 29,2021 He who forgets his own language, erases his own culture.

William Shakespeare

To me, fair friend, you never can be old, For as you were when first your eye I ey'd, Such seems your beauty still. Three winters cold Have from the forests shook three summer's pride, Three beauteous springs to yellow autumns turn'd In process of the seasons have I seen, Three April perfumes in three hot Junes burn'd, Since first I saw you fresh, which yet are green. Ah, yet doth beauty, like a dial hand, Steal from his figure, and no pace perceiv'd! So your sweet hue, which methinks still doth stand, Hath motion, and mine eye may be deceiv'd; For fear of which, hear this, thou age unbred: Ere you were born was beauty's summer dead.

Sylvia Frances Chan

Genial And Genius Brilliant people endlessly inspire each other A genius person constantly inspires in solitude, you have to notice that with your great intelligence, there is the greatest tense, no prime nor pride always hidden worldwide.... with a wink to Mensa from Sylvia © SFC AD Weekend 26 June 2020.

murari sinha

Fish-Irrigated ০ Murari Sinha The signature of the afternoon gradually fades away Bearing the foot-prints offered by a lucky pot The new born happiness hangs around the edge of lips Busy eating hot omelet I'm still dwelling in my home-stead As if tied by shackles made of water Attached with me is a lot of my childhood a lot of swimming lessons Air painted by fish-fry I admit is earthen and sweet Soaked up by the evening is my tiredness hidden beneath my cloak My trigonometric figure daubs itself with the dripping womb from a moon June gloom Presents my ear The beats of Bangla-Dhak Even that has so many transformations sometimes to the invocation of the deity sometimes to the sacrifice of a he-goat sometimes to the immersion of idol Filled only with the cyclone of so many easily digestives is this fish-irrigated lifestyle