August is a month full of reflections and growth, but whether you’re headed back to school or transitioning into a new role at work, it can also be a stressful time. Deep August quotes help you find a moment of peace, clarity and strength as you navigate the change. Take time to pause, reflect, and hit the refresh button. Most inspiring August quotes fill your heart with joy and purpose. Get ready to get motivated and learn powerful life lessons. Whether you’re feeling empowered, inspired, or just need a little bit of extra motivation to get through the end of summer, these August quotes will leave a lasting impression and help get you through.
Best August Quotes
Summer afternoon summer afternoon; to me those have always been the two most beautiful words in the English language. Henry James
August rain the best of the summer gone, and the new fall not yet born. The odd uneven time. Sylvia Plath
I have only to break into the tightness of a strawberry, and I see summer its dust and lowering skies. Toni Morrison
We can’t possibly have a summer love. So many people have tried that the name’s become proverbial. Summer is only the unfulfilled promise of spring, a charlatan in place of the warm balmy nights I dream of in April. It’s a sad season of life without growth. It has no day. F. Scott Fitzgerald
Less than a month ago all of August still stretched before us long and golden and reassuring, like an endless period of delicious sleep. Lauren Oliver
I didn’t stop fighting, he said, the words so low he worried Kate wouldn’t hear them, but she did. I just got tired of losing. It’s easier this way. Of course it’s easier, said Kate that doesn’t mean it’s right. Victoria Schwab
In June we picked the clover, and sea shells in July There was no silence at the door, No word from the sky. A hand came out of August and flicked his life away We had not time to bargain, mope, Moralize, or pray. Cecil Day Lewis
The whole thing’s illusion, Jacob, and there’s nothing wrong with that. It’s what people want from us. It’s what they expect. Sara Gruen
One day you discover you are alive. Explosion! Concussion! Illumination! Delight! You laugh, you dance around, you shout. But, not long after, the sun goes out. Snow falls, but no one sees it, on an August noon. Ray Bradbury
This morning, the sun endures past dawn. I realise that it is August the summer’s last stand. Sara Baume
August is a gentle reminder for not doing a single thing from your new year resolution for seven months and not doing it for the next five. Crestless Wave
The first time I let myself fall, it wasn’t hot at all. It was cold. January. There was ice on the sidewalks at least, that’s what I’d heard. But this girl felt like nectarines and balconies to me. She felt like everything. She felt like a long winter, then a nervous spring, then a sticky summer, and then those last days you never thought you’d get to, the ones that spread themselves out, out, out until they feel like they go on forever. So, August is a person. Casey McQuiston
August of another summer, and once again I am drinking the sun and the lilies again are spread across the water. Mary Oliver
The month of August had turned into a griddle where the days just lay there and sizzled. Sue Monk Kidd
August is the month of the high-sailing hawks. The hen hawk is the most noticeable. He likes the haze and calm of these long, warm days. He is a bird of leisure and seems always at his ease. How beautiful and majestic are his movements! John Burroughs
Every year, the bright Scandinavian summer nights fade without anyone’s noticing. One evening in August you have an errand outdoors, and all of a sudden it’s pitch black. It is still summer, but the summer is no longer alive. Tove Jansson
The summer stretched out the daylight as if on a rack. Each moment was drawn out until its anatomy collapsed. Time broke down. The day progressed in an endless sequence of dead moments. China Miéville
Summer has no day, she said. We can’t possibly have a summer love. So many people have tried that the name’s become proverbial. Summer is only the unfulfilled promise of spring, a charlatan in place of the warm balmy nights I dream of in April. It’s a sad season of life without growth it has no day. F. Scott Fitzgerald
In the long dusks of summer, we walked the suburban streets through scents of maple and cut grass, waiting for something to happen. Steven Millhauser
Caught in the doldrums of August we may have regretted the departing summer, having sighed over the vanished strawberries and all that they signified. Now, however, we look forward almost eagerly to winter’s approach. We forget the fogs, the slush, the sore throats an the price of coal, we think only of long evenings by lamplight, of the books which we are really going to read this time, of the bright shop windows and the keen edge of the early frosts. Denis Mackail
Life, now, was unfolding before me, constantly and visibly, like the flowers of summer that drop fanlike petals on eternal soil. Roman Payne
So much for summer love and saying us Cause you weren’t mine to lose. Taylor Swift
All in all, it was a never to be forgotten summer one of those summers which come seldom into any life, but leave a rich heritage of beautiful memories in their going. L.M. Montgomery
In the restaurant kitchen, August meant lobsters, blackberries, silver queen corn, and tomatoes, tomatoes, tomatoes. In honor of the last year of the restaurant, Fiona was creating a different tomato special for each day of the month. The first of August two hundred and fifty covers on the book, eleven reservation wait list was a roasted yellow tomato soup. The second of August two hundred and fifty covers, seven reservation wait list was tomato pie with a Gruyère crust. On the third of August, Ernie Otemeyer came in with his wife to celebrate his birthday and since Ernie liked food that went with his Bud Light, Fiona made a Sicilian pizza a thick, doughy crust, a layer of fresh buffalo mozzarella, topped with a voluptuous tomato basil sauce. One morning when she was working the phone, Adrienne stepped into the kitchen hoping to get a few minutes with Mario, and she found Fiona taking a bite out of red ripe tomato like it was an apple. Fiona held the tomato out. I’d put this on the menu, she said. But few would understand. Elin Hilderbrand
I bet deep down you still wish your mom would take you clothes shopping every August for the new school year. Bridgette Willard
It’s like a stomach ache after not eating for five days. The muscles are starting to eat themselves, and you couldn’t care less.
It’s about holding on to every moment with every ounce of your being, every atom. It’s about memorising every expression, the way your muscles work, the way you speak, how your voice sounds during every part of the day. It’s about not feeling the goodbye in every kiss, in every hug, in every touch. It’s about trying to keep your voice steady even with a knife to your throat. It’s August and I’m tired of being strong. I never really was very brave. Throw me on sharp edges, I’ve never felt so destructive. Charlotte Eriksson
In the summer, the days were long, stretching into each other. Out of school, everything was on pause and yet happening at the same time, this collection of weeks when anything was possible. Sarah Dessen
It was August and the fields were high with corn. In the orchard the last of the peaches clung to their branches and the apples were showing their first pinkish blush. The vegetable garden overflowed with produce peppers, green beans, zucchini, tomatoes, cucumbers, and squash. Melanie Gideon
At these times, the things that troubled her seemed far away and unimportant all that mattered was the hum of the bees and the chirp of birdsong, the way the sun gleamed on the edge of a blue wildflower, the distant bleat and clink of grazing goats. Alison Croggon
Those late August mornings smelt of autumn from day break till the hour when the sun baked earth allowed the cool sea breezes to drive back the then less heavy aroma of threshed wheat, open furrows, and reeking manure. A persistent dew clung sparkling to the skirts of the hedgerows, and if, about noon, Vinca came upon a fallen aspen leaf, the white underside of its still green surface would be damp and glistening. Moist mushrooms poked up through the earth and, now that the nights were chillier, garden spiders retired in the evenings to the shed where the playthings were kept, and there wisely took up their abode on the ceiling. Colette
Rest is not idleness, and to lie sometimes on the grass under trees on a summer’s day, listening to the murmur of the water, or watching the clouds float across the sky, is by no means a waste of time. John Lubbock
No one can believe that God is not good when the August gardens are in their heyday. Gladys Taber
When the sun is shining, I can do anything; no mountain is too high, no trouble too difficult to overcome. Wilma Rudolph
It was August. The cicadas swarmed overhead, iridescent wings beating the air as they flew above the landscape, breathing fresh air for the first time in seventeen years. Each summer brought a new brood, erupting forth from the earth, like corpses rising on judgment day, a reminder of the never-ending cycle of life and decay. Jesse Stryker
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 Emmerson
I know I got to eat. But I got to live too. August Wilson
When people went on vacation, they shed their home skins, thought they could be a new person. Aimee Friedman
Hey, Subway Girl. Casey McQuiston
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
But they had found the Tansy Patch a charming place and were glad to go again. For the rest of the vacation there was hardly a day when they did not go up to it preferably in the long, smoky, delicious August evenings when the white moths sailed over the tansy plantation and the golden twilight faded into dusk and purple over the green slopes beyond and fireflies lighted their goblin torches by the pond. L.M. Montgomery
August is the slow, gentle month that stretches out the longest across the span of a year. It yawns and lingers on with the light in its palms. Victoria Erickson
I farm ducks like September swims in August. But that’s natural, because it’s too cold to go swimming in October. Buy eleven eggs, get the twelfth free. Jarod Kintz
Every summer, around late July and into August, I find myself in Europe, performing at any festival that will have me. Henry Rollins
August was smoking hot, then September walked in as cool as a cucumber, and made her presence felt. Charmaine J. Forde
If June was the beginning of a hopeful summer, and July the juice middle, August was suddenly feeling like the bitter end. Sarah Dessen
Dear August, the end of Summer. Golden Sand is wetty by the rain water. Can I call it rainy season? No I can’t. What is the reason behind chilly and windy tan? Three shades of weather, conglomerate together. Whatever! I cannot define, It is my favourite, the August time! Radhika Vijay
Now the windows, blinded by the glare of the empty square, had fallen asleep. The balconies declared their emptiness to heaven; the open doorways smelt of coolness and wine. Bruno Schulz
She had aged five years since Cirocco last saw her. She was a thin, hollow eyed ghost with hands that shook constantly. She looked incomplete, as if half of her had been hacked away. John Varley
August brings into sharp focus and a furious boil everything I’ve been listening to in the late spring and summer. Henry Rollins
I’d rather be able to see the truth than live a lie. Victoria Schwab
August was nearly over the month of apples and falling stars, the last care free month for the school children. The days were not hot, but sunny and limpidly clear the first sign of advancing autumn. Victor Nekrasov
This morning, the sun endures past dawn. I realize that it is August the summer’s last stand. Sara Baume
One of the reasons I grew my hair long last year was that I like how my bangs cover my eyes it helps me block out the things I don’t want to see. August thinking. R.J. Palacio
One evening in August you have an errand outdoors, and all of a sudden it’s pitch black. It is still summer, but the summer is no longer alive. Tove Jansson
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
Caught in the doldrums of August we may have regretted the departing summer, having sighed over the vanished strawberries and all that they signified. Denis Mackail
The children start school now in August. They say it has to do with air conditioning, but I know sadism when I see it. Rick Bragg
The arrival of August means that summer is drawing to a close, and that’s exactly why it should be embraced. Amanda McArthur
August has passed, and yet summer continues by force to grow days. They sprout secretly between the chapters of the year, covertly included between its pages. Jonathan Safran Foer
Youth is in a grand flush, like the hot days of ending summer; and pleasant dreams thrall your spirit, like the smoky atmosphere that bathes the landscape of an August day. Donald G. Mitchell
The perfectly good car comes with a perfectly dangerous girl. Victoria Schwab
I love the little garden in the back of my family’s brownstone in Brooklyn. Digging out there in the dirt is a joy for me, although by the time August rolls around and my roses have black spots, I need the break winter provides. Siri Hustvedt
Did you know that a bee dies after he stings you? And that there’s a star called Aldebaran? And that around the tenth of August, any year, you can look up in the sky at night and see dozens and dozens of shooting stars? Elizabeth Enright
Today is the first of August. It is hot, steamy and wet. It is raining. I am tempted to write a poem. Sylvia Plath
The grass in the back field was almost waist high, and now there was goldenrod, that late summer gossip which comes to tattle on autumn every year. But there was no autumn in the air today; the sun was still all August, although calendar August was almost two weeks gone. Stephen King
We used to play football on the levee, with no shirts on in the summer August in New Orleans and my skin would turn red. Aaron Neville
You do right by me, I’ll show you a life most suckers can’t even dream of. Sara Gruen
Take me to that island where people celebrate in the streets in August. Take me to Barbados. Charmaine J. Forde
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
The crickets felt it was their duty to warn everybody that summertime cannot last forever. Even on the most beautiful days in the whole year the days when summer is changing into autumn the crickets spread the rumor of sadness and change. E.B. White
I just completed a long car trip on a Sunday in August with two small children, which believe me is enough to convince you that Samuel Beckett was right about everything. Lev Grossman
Can’t rush art. Victoria Schwab
I saw the spiders marching through the air, Swimming from tree to tree that mildewed day In latter August when the hay Came creaking to the barn. Robert Lowell
Your acts are your monuments. R.J. Palacio
When in still air and still in summertime A leaf has had enough of this, it seems To make up its mind to go; fine as a sage drifting in detachment down the road. Howard Nemerov
Thrown from the garden, she searches for true love. but she needs an heir. Suzanne Stroh
How sociable the garden was. We ate and talked in the given light. The children put their toys to grass All the warm wakeful August night. Thom Gunn
Did you know that a bee dies after he stings you? And that there’s a star called Aldebaran? And that around the tenth of August, any year, you can look up in the sky at night and see dozens and dozens of shooting stars? Elizabeth Enright
In August, an inescapable blanket of heat settled over Paducah, the last gasping breath of summer roaring its weight out over the populace. Kelsey Brickl
August is ripening grain in the fields blowing hot and sunny, the scent of tree ripened peaches, of hot buttered sweet corn on the cob. Vivid dahlias fling huge tousled blossoms through gardens and joe pye weed dusts the meadow purple. Jean Hersey
He waited for me to stand and join him, then he threaded our fingers together. My best friend, the boy I’d loved my entire life, was holding my hand. Kelly Siskind
A perfect summer day is when the sun is shining, the breeze is blowing, the birds are singing, and the lawnmower is broken. James Dent
It’s hard to reconcile this August with the other one. and to be honest I don’t try very hard. I’ve seen flashes of this August before This brightness, this conviviality, this generosity of spirit but I know what he’s capable of, and I won’t forget it. The others can believe what they like, but I don’t believe for a second that this is the real August and the other an aberration And yet I can see how they might be fooled. Sara Gruen
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
The first week of August hangs at the very top of summer, the top of the live long year, like the highest seat of a Ferris wheel when it pauses in its turning. Natalie Babbitt
The morning heat had already soaked through the walls, rising up from the floor like a ghost of summers past. Erik Tomblin
When summer gathers up her robes of glory, and like a dream of beauty glides away. Sarah Helen Whitman
It was rapture enough just to sit there beside him in silence, alone in the summer night in the white splendor of moonshine, with the wind blowing down on them out of the pine woods. L.M. Montgomery
The first week of August is motionless and hot. It is curiously silent, too, with blank white dawns and glaring noons, and sunsets smeared with too much color. Often at night, there is lightning, but it quivers all alone. There is no thunder, no relieving rain. These are strange and breathless days, the dog days when people are led to do things they are sure to be sorry for. Natalie Babbitt
The days grew long and hot. Thick towers of swirling black clouds brought rain, and the brown stems glistened in the perpetual twilight that dwelled beneath the canopy. Rick Yancey
Remember to be gentle with yourself and others. We are all children of chance, and none can say while some fields will blossom and others lay brown beneath the August sun. Care for those around you. Look past your differences. Their dreams are no less than yours, their choices in life no more easily made. And give. Give in any way you can, of whatever you possess. To give is to love. To withhold is to wither. Careless for your harvest than how is shared, and your life will have meaning and your heart will have peace. Kent Nerburn
Hot weather opens the skull of a city, exposing its white brain, and its heart of nerves, which sizzle like the wires inside a lightbulb. And there exudes a sour extra human smell that makes the very stone seem flesh alive, webbed and pulsing. Truman Capote
I love borders. August is the border between summer and autumn; it is the most beautiful month I know. Twilight is the border between day and night, and the shore is the border between sea and land. The border is longing when both have fallen in love but still haven’t said anything. The border is to be on the way. It is the way that is the most important thing. Tove Jansson
The road made wet by the water of August shines like it was cut in full moonlight. Pablo Neruda
August, the summer’s last messenger of misery, is a hollow actor. Henry Rollins
The paired butterflies are already yellow with August Over the grass in the West garden; They hurt me. I grow older. Li Bai
Everything good, everything magical happens between the months of June and August. Winters are simply a time to count the weeks until the next summer. Jenny Han
Dry August and warm, Doth harvest no harm. Thomas Tusser
In August, the large masses of berries, which, when in flower, had attracted many wild bees, gradually assumed their bright velvety crimson hue, and by their weight again bent down and broke their tender limbs. Henry David Thoreau
Walking the streets of Charleston in the late afternoons of August was like walking through gauze or inhaling damaged silk. Pat Conroy
The thing you can count on in life is that Tennessee will always be scorching hot in August. Ann Patchett
A single sunbeam is enough to drive away many shadows. Francis of Assisi
You’ll see everything from gold teeth to hood ornaments. It’s almost like Halloween during August. David Carson
What dreadful hot weather we have! It keeps one in a continual state of inelegance. Jane Austen
I have Vie Luxe candles in every room. In 2006 I spent the month of August in Sardinia, and the scent reminds me of the wonderful time we had. Tamara Mellon
Always keep mint on your windowsill in August, to ensure that buzzing flies will stay outside, where they belong. Don’t think the summer is over, even when roses droop and turn brown and the stars shift position in the sky. Never presume August is a safe or reliable time of the year. Alice Hoffman
We looked at the venerable stream not in the vivid flush of a short day that comes and departs forever, but in the august light of abiding memories. Joseph Conrad
The moon is at her full, and riding high, Floods the calm fields with light. The airs that hover in the summer sky Are all asleep tonight. William C. Bryant
August slipped away into a moment in time, cause it was never mine. Taylor Swift
Prayer is an august avowal of ignorance. Victor Hugo
If it could only be like this always always summer, always alone, the fruit always ripe. Evelyn Waugh
Let your children be as so many flowers, borrowed from God. If the flowers die or wither, thank God for a summer loan of them. Samuel Rutherford
Everything good, everything magical happens between the months of June and August. Jenny Han
In August most of Europe goes on holiday. Tony Visconti
Breathe the sweetness that hovers in August. Denise Levertov
Happiness consumes itself like a flame. It cannot burn forever, it must go out, and the presentiment of its end destroys it at its very peak. August Strindberg
