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August is that last flicker of fun and heat before everything fades and dies. The final moments of fun before the freeze. In the winter, everything changes.
– Rasmenia Massoud

Every year, August lashes out in volcanic fury, rising with the din of morning traffic, its great metallic wings smashing against the ground, heating the air with ever-increasing intensity.
– Henry Rollins

August rain: the best of the summer gone, and the new fall not yet born. The odd uneven time.
– Sylvia Plath

August is like the Sunday of summer.
– Unknown

Breathe the sweetness that hovers in August.
– Denise Levertov

August is a gentle reminder for not doing a single thing from your new year resolution for seven months and not doing it for next five.
– Crestless Wave

This morning, the sun endures past dawn. I realise that it is August: the summer’s last stand.
– Sara Baume

The month of August had turned into a griddle where the days just lay there and sizzled.
– Sue Monk Kidd

August, the summer’s last messenger of misery, is a hollow actor.
– Henry Rollins