“What is one to say about June, the time of perfect young summer, the fulfillment of the promise of the earlier months, and with as yet no sign to remind one that its fresh young beauty will ever fade.”
— Gertrude Jekyll
“June has never looked more beautiful than she does now, unadorned and honest, vulnerable yet invincible.”
— Marie Lu
“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
“It was June, and the world smelled of roses. The sunshine was like powdered gold over the grassy hillside.”
— Maud Hart Lovelace
“Summer is the annual permission slip to be lazy.”
— Regina Brett
“June the month of months, flowers and fruitage brings too, when green trees spread shadiest boughs, when each wild bird sings too.”— Christina Rossetti