[hija]

“It’s Fourth of July weekend, or, as I call it, Exploding Christmas.”
— Stephen Colbert

“The noise from good toast should reverberate in the head like the thunder of July.”
E. V. Lucas

[hija]

“For sailing boats on little seas,
Where just the smallest summer breeze
Can blow; for picking flowers any day;
July comes for flags and play.”
— Annette Wynne

[ozswede]

"July is hollyhocks and hammocks, fireworks and vacations, hot and steamy weather, cool and refreshing swims, beach picnics, and vegetables all out of the garden." - Jean Hersey

[Mouse in the Library]

“My life, I realize suddenly, is July. Childhood is June, and old age is August, but here it is, July, and my life, this year, is July inside of July.” – Rick Bass

[ozswede]

“Thinking back to when it’s warm outside. Oh, why couldn’t Christmas be in July?”

Haley Mary Artzab

[ozswede]

"No other date on the calendar more potently symbolizes all that our nation stands for than the Fourth of July." - Mac Thornberry

[ozswede]

“The London trees are dusty-brown,
Beneath the summer sky;
My love, she dwells in London town,
Nor leaves it in July.”
Amy Levy

[WordDiva]

“July can also be hard and shiny, brassy and sharp. Some days are like copper pennies in the sunlight.” – Jean Hersey

[Alessa9]

I've got three days available in July next year, she said. So, are we going to do this thing or not?
—Calendar Girl
Brian Andreas, Theories of Everything

[Alessa9]

“It’s July and I have hope in who I am becoming.”
Charlotte Eriksson

[accountant1usa]

If June was the beginning of a hopeful summer, and July the juice middle, August was suddenly feeling like the bitter end." - Sarah Dessen

[Alessa9]

JULY DAWN
BY LOUISE BOGAN
It was a waning crescent
Dark on the wrong side
On which one does not wish
Setting in the hour before daylight
For my sleepless eyes to look at.
O, as a symbol of dis-hope
Over the July fields, Dissolving, waning,
In spite of its sickle shape.
I saw it and chought it new In that short moment
That makes all symbols lucky
Before we read them rightly.
Down to the dark it swam, Down to the dark it moved, Swift to that cluster of evenings
When curved toward the full it sharpens.

[Alessa9]

“The way I always think I will get better in July.”

Charlotte Eriksson

[accountant1usa]

If ant hills are high in July, the coming winter will be hard.
– American Folklore