by Tokyo Chan
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Spring being a tough act to follow, God created June.
If a June night could talk, it would probably boast it invented romance.
June falls asleep upon her bier of flowers; In vain are dewdrops sprinkled o’er her, In vain would fond winds fan her back to life, Her hours are numbered on the floral dial.
Green was the silence, wet was the light, the month of June trembled like a butterfly.
are sucked into the earth, and nothing is left but wine and the touch of a hand.
A cold in the head in June is an immoral thing.
No price is set on the lavish summer; June may be had by the poorest comer.
It is better to be a young June bug than an old bird of paradise.
It is the month of June, The month of leaves and roses, When pleasant sights salute the eyes and pleasant scents the noses.
On this June day the buds in my garden are almost as enchanting as the open flowers. Things in bud bring, in the heat of a June noontide, the recollection of the loveliest days of the year, those days of May when all is suggested, nothing yet fulfilled.
I wonder what it would be like to live in a world where it was always June.
It was June, and the world smelled of roses. The sunshine was like powdered gold over the grassy hillside.
June is the gateway to summer.
In June as many as a dozen species may burst their buds on a single day. No man can heed all of these anniversaries; no man can ignore all of them.
And what is so rare as a day in June? Then, if ever, come perfect days.
Do not the bright June roses blow To meet thy kiss at morning hours?
To read a poem in January is as lovely as to go for a walk in June
It is dry, hazy June weather. We are more of the earth, farther from heaven these days.
And since all this loveliness can not be Heaven, I know in my heart it is June.
I know well that the June rains just fall.
June will break your heart. I can see it already. She’ll shatter you into a million pieces.
It is June. I am tired of being brave.
You always feel like your 18-year-old self in some sense. And that’s what walking through New York on a June evening feels like – you feel like it’s Friday, and you’re 17 years old.
At midnight, in the month of June, I stand beneath the mystic moon.
Oh for boyhood’s time of June, / Crowding years in one brief moon, / When all things I heard or saw, / Me, their master, waited for.
The end has come, as come it must / To all things; in these sweet June days / The teacher and the scholar trust / Their parting feet to separate ways.
June comes in with roses in her / hand, but very often with a thick / shawl on her shoulders, and a bad / cold in her head.
Too young for love? / Ah, say not so, / While daisies bloom and tulips glow! / June soon will come with lengthened day / To practise all love learned in May.
The pursuit of truth and beauty is a sphere of activity in which we are permitted to remain children all our lives.
When we allow ourselves to get into the wonder and magnificence of the guidance that is around us and within us, that’s when we truly start living.
I am learning to trust the journey, even when I do not understand it.
The trick is to enjoy life. Don’t wish away your days, waiting for better ones ahead.
The best way to pay for a lovely moment is to enjoy it.
Happiness requires that we give up a worldly orientation—not worldly things, but a worldly attachment to things. We have to surrender all outcomes. We have to live here but appreciate the joke.
Out of suffering have emerged the strongest souls; the most massive characters are seared with scars.
Behind every beautiful thing, there’s some kind of pain.
Suffering is part of our training program for becoming wise.
1The moon doesn’t consider one phase better than another; she just glows, equally stunning at each turn. Why should we be any different?
Sadness gives depth. Happiness gives height. Sadness gives roots. Happiness gives branches. Happiness is like a tree going into the sky, and sadness is like the roots going down into the womb of the earth. Both are needed, and the higher a tree goes, the deeper it goes, simultaneously. The bigger the tree, the bigger will be its roots. In fact, it is always in proportion. That’s its balance.
To live will be an awfully big adventure.
The only difference between a flower and weed is a judgment.
Life is a precious unfathomably beautiful gift …And it [is] filled with heartbreaking sweetness and beauty, floods and babies and acne and Mozart, all swirled together.
Study nature, love nature, stay close to nature. It will never fail you.
Some old-fashioned things like fresh air and sunshine are hard to beat.
Joy in looking and comprehending is nature’s most beautiful gift.
Let silence take you to the core of life.
It is not how much we have but how much we enjoy that makes happiness.
A man is rich in proportion to the number of things which he can afford to let alone.
Normal is an illusion. What is normal for the spider is chaos for the fly.
If you are able to imagine it, it is not unrealistic.
The secret to change is to focus all of your energy, not on fighting the old, but on building the new.
It is impossible that anything be lost, if what you have is what you are.
Honor the space between no longer and not yet.
About Tokyo Chan
Tokyo Chan is a creative writer who enjoys writing captions for Instagram and inspiration quotes. She received her bachelor of art degree in English from San Jose State University, California. Tokyo aspires to be a published author and motivational speaker. She loves spending time with her family and friends, traveling, and exploring new cultures.
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