Quotations and Sayings About The Months

A tedious season they await,
Who hear November at the gate.
~ Alexander Pushkin

As soon Seek roses in December—ice in June. Hope constancy in wind, or corn in chaff. ~ Lord Byron

When proud-pied April, dress’d in all his trim, Hath put a spirit of youth in everything.~ William Shakespeare

Thirty days hath September,
April, June, and November,
February eight-and-twenty all alone,
And all the rest have thirty-one;
Unless that leap year doth combine,
And give to February twenty-nine.
~ Richard Grafton

Daffodils, That come before the swallow dares, and take
The winds of March with beauty; violets, dim,
But sweeter than the lids of Juno's eyes,
Or Cytherea's breath.
~ William Shakespeare

The stormy March has come at last,
With wind and clouds and changing skies;
I hear the rushing of the blast
That through the snowy valley flies.
~ William Cullen Bryant

A noise like of a hidden brook
In the leafy mouth of June.
~ Samuel Taylor Coleridge

And what is so rare as a day in June?
Then, if ever, come perfect days;
Then Heaven tries the earth if it be in tune,
And over it softly her warm ear lays.
~ James Russel Lowell

Let us fill urns with rose-leaves in May
And hive the the trifty sweetness for December!
~ Edward Bulwer Lytton

A February face,
So full of frost, of storms, of cloudiness. ~ William Shakespeare

On the approach of spring, I withdraw without reluctance from the noisy and extensive scene of crowds without company, and disspation without pleasure. ~ Edward Gibbon

Men are April when they woo, December when they wed: maids are May when they are maids, but the sky changes when they are wives.
~ William Shakespeare

Well-apparelled April on the heel
Of limping Winter treads.
~ William Shakespeare

The sweet calm sunshine of October, now
Warms the low spot; upon its grassy mould
The purple oak-leaf falls; the birchen bough
Drops its bright spoil like arrow-heads of gold.
~ William Cullen Bryant

Daffodils that come before the swallow dares
And take the winds of March with beauty. ~ William Shakespeare

April is the creuallest month,
breeding
Lilacs out of the dead land, Mixing
Memory and desires, stirring
dull root with spring rain.
~ T.S. Eliot