98 Short June Quotes to Welcome Summer Vibes
June brings sunshine, long days, and the official start of summer, so we’ve gathered all the best June quotes to welcome the month.
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Short June Quotes
“Spring being a tough act to follow, God created June.” – Al Bernstein
“If a June night could talk, it would probably boast it invented romance.” – Bernard Williams
“June falls asleep upon her bier of flowers; In vain are dewdrops sprinkled o’er her, In vain would fond winds fan her back to life, Her hours are numbered on the floral dial.” – Lucy Larcom
“Green was the silence, wet was the light, the month of June trembled like a butterfly.” – Pablo Neruda
“I did have my moments of despair. And then June came along.” – Edmund Hillary
“In summer, the song sings itself.” – William Carlos Williams
“It’s always summer somewhere.” – Lily Pulitzer
“Oh, my love’s like a red, red rose, That’s newly sprung in June.” – John Barrowman
“I was born in June, so I like summer.” – Jorja Smith
“And that sweet city with her dreaming spires, She needs not June for beauty’s heightening.” – Matthew Arnold
“I realized June had never been just a month.” – Sanober Khan
“June had arrived.” – J.K. Rowling
“It’s beautiful the Summer month of June . . . and the sun shines most of the day brightly.” – Francis Duggan
“There are moments, above all on June evenings, when the lakes that hold our moons are sucked into the earth, and nothing is left but wine and the touch of a hand.” – Charles Morgan
“A cold in the head in June is an immoral thing.” – L.M. Montgomery
“No price is set on the lavish summer; June may be had by the poorest comer.” – James Russell Lowell
“It is better to be a young June bug than an old bird of paradise.” – Mark Twain
“It is the month of June, The month of leaves and roses, When pleasant sights salute the eyes and pleasant scents the noses.” – Nathaniel Parker Willis
“On this June day the buds in my garden are almost as enchanting as the open flowers. Things in bud bring, in the heat of a June noontide, the recollection of the loveliest days of the year, those days of May when all is suggested, nothing yet fulfilled.” – Francis King
“Summer brings sunshine, warm and flowering.” – Lailah Gifty Akita
“In June the bush we call alder was heavy, listless, its leaves studded with galls, growing wherever we didn’t want it.” – Denise Levertov
“Even the illusion of June is enough to send a stabbing pain through my chest.” – Marie Lu
“Summer is the annual permission slip to be lazy.”- Regina Brett
“June has never looked more beautiful than she does now.” – Marie Lu
“This will be Great Mam’s last spring. Her last June apples.” – Barbara Kingsolver
“What good is the warmth of summer, without the cold of winter to give it sweetness.” – John Steinbeck
“June, July, all through the warm months she hibernated like a winter animal who did not know spring had come and gone.” – Truman Capote
“June suns, you cannot store them.” – A.E. Housman
“Life is a summer, full of fun, at the beach, under the sun.” – Debasish Mridha
“In these divine pleasures permitted to me of walks in the June night under moon and stars.” – Ralph Waldo Emerson
“Of course, fresh flowers are the answer to any June gloom you may be feeling.” – Mia Moretti
“June is the time for being in the world in new ways.” – Joan D. Chittister
“Live in the sunshine. Swim in the sea. Drink in the wild air.” – Ralph Waldo Emerson
“Lots of people go mad in January. Not as many as in May, of course. Nor June.” ― Karen Joy Fowler
“The summer night is like a perfection of thought.” – Wallace Stevens
“Goodnight, June.” – Marie Lu
“I wonder what it would be like to live in a world where it was always June.” – L. M. Montgomery
“It was June, and the world smelled of roses. The sunshine was like powdered gold over the grassy hillside.” – Maud Hart Lovelace
“June is the gateway to summer.” – Jean Hersey
“In June as many as a dozen species may burst their buds on a single day. No man can heed all of these anniversaries; no man can ignore all of them.” – Aldo Leopold
“And what is so rare as a day in June? Then, if ever, come perfect days.” – James Russell Lowell
“Do not the bright June roses blow To meet thy kiss at morning hours?” – William C. Bryant
“All June I bound the rose in sheaves, Now, rose by rose, I strip the leaves.” – Robert Browning
“To read a poem in January is as lovely as to go for a walk in June” – Jean Paul Sartre
“It is dry, hazy June weather. We are more of the earth, farther from heaven these days.” – Henry David Thoreau
“And since all this loveliness can not be Heaven, I know in my heart it is June.” – Abba Woolson
“I know well that the June rains just fall.” – Onitsura
“June will break your heart. I can see it already. She’ll shatter you into a million pieces.” – Marie Lu
“i have laughed more than daffodils and cried more than June.” – Sanober Khan
“Do it now and avoid the June rush! Fear death by water!” – Diane Duane
“It is June. I am tired of being brave.” – Anne Sexton
“You always feel like your 18-year-old self in some sense. And that’s what walking through New York on a June evening feels like – you feel like it’s Friday, and you’re 17 years old.” – John Darnielle
“At midnight, in the month of June, I stand beneath the mystic moon.” – Edgar Allan Poe
“In early June the world of leaf and blade and flowers explodes, and every sunset is different.” – John Steinbeck
“Ah, summer, what power you have to make us suffer and like it.” – Russell Baker
“If you can’t stand the heat, don’t go to Cancun in the summer.” – Ben Stein
“In the depth of winter I finally learned that there was in me an invincible summer.” – Albert Camus
“And what is so rare as a day in June? Then, if ever, come perfect days.” – John Keats
“June is the elixir of life.” – L.M. Montgomery
“Summer is very precious.” – Dylan Lauren
“It’s a cruel season that makes you get ready for bed while it’s light out.” – Bill Watterson
“A dripping June sets all in tune.” – English Proverb
“We lose June. We lose July. In August we look in mirrors and want to die.” – Kim Addonizio
“Summertime is always the best of what might be.” – Charles Bowden
“Self-determination has to mean that the leader is your individual gut, and heart, and mind or we’re talking about power, again, and its rather well-known impurities.” – June Jordan
“As a poet and writer, I deeply love and I deeply hate words.” – June Jordan
“To rescue our children we will have to let them save us from the power we embody: we will have to trust the very difference that they forever personify.” – June Jordan
“All of Western tradition, from the late bloom of the British Empire right through the early doom of Vietnam, dictates that you do something spectacular and irreversible whenever you find yourself in or whenever you impose yourself upon a wholly unfamiliar situation belonging to somebody else.” – June Jordan
“There is a man who exists as one of the most popular objects of leadership, legislation, and quasi-literature in the history of all men…. This man, that object of attention, attack, and vast activity, cannot make himself be heard, let alone understood.” – June Jordan
“If your heart and your honest body can be controlled by the state, or controlled by community taboo, are you not then, and in that case, no more than a slave ruled by outside force?” – June Jordan
“I have never been so full— / it spills from my eyes, pushes out from my belly / day by day hour by hour, I am larger. / Though I can never catch that moment / of motion and expansion, / any more than I could witness / the first cells dividing, / or the hands of the great-grandfather clock moving, / the moon arcing across the sky, / or the peony bush starting from green stubs / in my backyard, then flourishing into June / with wild pink happiness.” – Andrea Potos
“Today winter clouds gather in towers of white / reaching toward the wide horizon. / But the rain is far off and will not come / today or even tomorrow when perhaps random drops / will foreshadow the deluge of June.” – Michael Hogan
“And what is so rare as a day in June? / Then, if ever, come perfect days; / Then heaven tries the earth if it be tune, / And over it softly her warm ear lays: / Whether we look, or whether we listen, / We hear life murmur, or see it glisten; / Every clod feels a stir of might, / An instinct within it that reaches and towers, / And, grasping blindly above it for light, / Climbs to a soul in grass and flowers…” – James Russell Lowell
“Oh for boyhood’s time of June, / Crowding years in one brief moon, / When all things I heard or saw, / Me, their master, waited for.” – John Greenleaf Whittier
“The end has come, as come it must / To all things; in these sweet June days / The teacher and the scholar trust / Their parting feet to separate ways.” – John Greenleaf Whittier
“June comes in with roses in her / hand, but very often with a thick / shawl on her shoulders, and a bad / cold in her head.” – Oliver Wendell Holmes
“Too young for love? / Ah, say not so, / While daisies bloom and tulips glow! / June soon will come with lengthened day / To practise all love learned in May.” – Oliver Wendell Holmes
“June the month of months / Flowers and fruitage brings too, / When green trees spread shadiest boughs, / When each wild bird sings too.” – Christina Rossetti
“How the wind howls this morn / About the end of May, / And drives June on apace / To mock the world forlorn / And the world’s joy passed away.” – William Morris
“What is one to say about June—the time of perfect young summer, the fulfillment of the promise of earlier months, and with as yet no sign to remind one that its fresh young beauty will ever fade?” – Gertrude Jekyll
“Ah! how sweet to seem, love, / Drugged and half aswoon / With this luscious dream, love, / In the heart of June.” – James Whitcomb Riley
“O month of flowerings, month of metamorphoses, / May without cloud and June that was stabbed, / I shall never forget the lilac and the roses / Nor those whom spring has kept in its folds.” – Louis Aragon
“Not till June can the grass be said to be waving in the fields. When the frogs dream, and the grass waves, and the buttercups toss their heads, and the heat disposes to bathe in the ponds and streams, then is summer begun.” – Henry David Thoreau
“There are two seasons when the leaves are in their glory, their green and perfect youth in June and this their ripe old age.” – Henry David Thoreau
“June was not over / Though past the fall, / And the best of her roses / Had yet to blow, / When a man I know / (But shall not discover, / Since ears are dull, / And time discloses) / Turned him and said with a man’s true air, / Half sighing a smile in a yawn, as ’twere,— / ‘If I tire of your June, will she greatly care?'” – Robert Browning
“The brightest light, the light of Italy, the purest sky of Scandinavia in the month of June is only a half-light when one compares it to the light of childhood. Even the nights were blue.” – Eugene Ionesco
“It’s so god damn cold it’s gonna snow until June.” – Jimmy Buffett
“I gazed upon the glorious sky / And the green mountains round, / And thought that when I came to lie / At rest within the ground, / “Twere pleasant, that in flowery June, / When brooks send up a cheerful tune, / And groves a joyous sound, / The sexton’s hand, my grave to make, / The rich, green mountain-turf should break.” – William Cullent Bryant
“June is bright with roses gay, / Harebells bloom around her feet.” – Dora Goodale
“Under the snowdrift the blossoms are sleeping, / Dreaming their dreams of sunshine and June, / Down in the hush of their quiet they’re keeping / Thrills from the throstle’s wild summer-swung tune.” – Harriet Prescott Spofford
“June is bustin’ out all over / All over the meader and the hill / Flowers bustin’ out on bushes / And the roughen river pushes / Ev’ry little wheel that wheels beside the mill / June is bustin’ out all over / The ocean is full of Jacks and Jills / With the little tail is swishing’ / Ev’ry lady fish is wishin’ that a male would come / And grab ‘er by the gills / Because it’s June, June, June, June / Just because it’s June, June, June!” – Oscar II Hammerstein
“Bye June / I’m going to the moon / It better be by June / ‘Cause I’m going to the moon / So June / You’d better make it soon / I hope you make it June / ‘Cause I’m going to the moon” – William Patrick Corgan
“In the long, sad time, when the sky was grey, / And the keen blast blew through the city drear, / When delight had fled from the night and the day, / My chill heart whispered, “June will be here!” / “June with its roses a-sway in the sun, / Its glory of green on mead and tree.” / Lo, now the sweet June-tide is nearly done, / June-tide, and never a joy for me” – Amy Levy
“Tell you what I like the best — / ‘Long about knee-deep in June, / ‘Bout the time strawberries melts / On the vine, — some afternoon / Like to jes’ git out and rest, / And not work at nothin’ else!” – James Whitcomb Riley
“Last June I saw your face three times; / Three times I touched your hand; / Now, as before, May month is o’er, / And June is in the land. / O many Junes shall come and go, / Flow’r-footed o’er the mead; / O many Junes for me, to whom / Is length of days decreed. / There shall be sunlight, scent of rose; / Warm mist of summer rain; / Only this change–I shall not look / Upon your face again.” – Amy Levy
“Ten o’clock: the broken moon / Hangs not yet a half hour high, / Yellow as a shield of brass, / In the dewy air of June, / Poised between the vaulted sky / And the ocean’s liquid glass.” – Emma Lazarus
“This is our love in early June, / Fed with the sun and the dew, / Moonlight and roses hid in a tune, / The roses are music through and through, / The moonlight falls in the breath of the rose, / Light and cadence, honey and hue, / Mingle, and murmur, and flow to the close, / I love you, I love you, I love you.” – Duncan Campbell Scott
“It’s June ag’in, an’ in my soul I feel the fillin’ joy / That’s sure to come this time o’ year to every little boy; / For, every June, the Sunday-schools at picnics may be seen, / Where “fields beyont the swellin’ floods stand dressed in livin’ green”; / Where little girls are skeered to death with spiders, bugs, and ants, / An’ little boys get grass-stains on their go-to meetin’ pants. / It’s June ag’in, an’ with it all what happiness is mine – / There’s goin’ to be a picnic, an’ I’m goin’ to jine!” – Eugene Field
