“July, with its days of blue skies and time that seemingly stands still, holds a special place in my heart.”
Daisaku Ikeda

[WordDiva]

Everything good, everything magical happens between the months of June and August.
– Jenny Han

[irathomas]

Long has paled that sunny sky:
Echoes fade and memories die:
Autumn frosts have slain July.

Still she haunts me, phantomwise,
Alice moving under skies
Never seen by waking eyes.”
― Lewis Carroll

I drifted into a summer-nap under the hot shade of July, serenaded by a cicada lullaby, to drowsy-warm dreams of distant thunder.” - Terri Guillemets

[irathomas]

July, that lovely hell, all
velvet dresses and drapes
stuffed into a hot little hole.”
― Laura Kasischke, Space, in Chains

“Welcome, July! In remaining of half-year, we must fly to reach high.”
Vaidesh Vardanth

[WordDiva]

If the first of July be rainy weather,
It will rain, more of less, for four weeks together.
– John Ray

[hija]

“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, Overtures to Death and Other Poems

[Mouse in the Library]

“July beckons us to complete what we began with fervor, harnessing our genius and triumphantly finishing the year. Embrace the power of seven and unleash your potential to leave a lasting impact.”
― Dr. Tracey Bond

[irathomas]

Then came July like three o'clock in the afternoon, hot and listless and miserable.”
― Allie Ray, Holler

[Mouse in the Library]

“JULY - Joy Unlimited Locate You”
― Ifeanyi Enoch Onuoha

[irathomas]

By July, a damp Southern heat had settled down on the town like warm sweet syrup.”
― Marti Healy

[Mouse in the Library]

“Independence Day, July 4th, or as I know it: The end of tea parties!”
― Steven Magee

[hija]

“There comes a time when people get tired of being pushed out of the glittering sunlight of life’s July and left standing amid the piercing chill of an alpine November.”
— Martin Luther King Jr.

“They talk about big skies in the western United States, and they may indeed have them, but you have never seen such lofty clouds, such towering anvils, as in Iowa in July.”
Bill Bryson