Months Quotes

The uncertainty wore on him. The conditions in jail--the handcuffs, the noise, the filth, the crowding--mangled his senses. It's likely that, if one must be incarcerated in the United States, a jail in central Maine would be among the more tolerable spots, but to Knight it was torture. "Bedlam" is how he referred to the place. It never got dark in jail; at eleven p.m., the lights merely became a little duller. "I suspect," he noted, "more damage has been done to my sanity in jail, in months; than years, decades, in the woods.

If February give much snow A fine Summer it doth foreshow.

Minutes turn into hours that add up to days amounting to weeks that become  months melting into yearsaccumulating for decadesto pile up for centuriesand ultimately form minutes again―just on a grander, divine scale.

October turned my maple's leaves to gold The most are gone now here and there one lingers Soon these will slip from out the twig's weak hold Like coins between a dying miser's fingers.

Thirty days hath September April June and November All the rest have thirty-one Excepting February alone: Which hath but twenty-eight in fine Till leap year gives it twenty-nine.

Oh to be in England Now that April's there.

Why is it that children, taught the names of the months and the fact that there are twelve of them, don't ask why the ninth is called the seventh (September), the tenth called the eight (October), the eleventh called the ninth (November), the twelfth called the tenth (December)?

A leader in 10 minutes can unlock your potentials which in reality would have taken you 10 years to do without them.

...all "months" work together for the good of those who love the Lord! ...all the days of this month will work together for your goodness!

I realizedJune had never beenjust a monthmusic...never just a trembleon my lipswarmth was nevermerely a blanket.

O sweet September thy first breezes bring The dry leaf's rustle and the squirrel's laughter The cool fresh air whence health and vigor spring And promise of exceeding joy hereafter.

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

The sacred time exist in days, weeks, months, seasons and years.

After six months of building muscle mass I can now confirm that muscle mass creates increased tolerance to biologically harmful radiation sources.

The ides of March are come.

There will be days you wish you’d never done it. And thosewill be the good times, when it’s only days of regret and notmonths.

January grey is here Like a sexton by her grave February bears the bier March with grief doth howl and rave And April weeps - but O ye hours! Follow with May's fairest flowers.

Ortez sauntered over to the nearest wall intercom. "Bridge, this is the captain -- what the hell's going on up there? I didn't schedule a combat drill for today." Hell, it occurred to him -- he hadn't scheduled any kind of drill for at least four months. On the other end of the line, young 2nd lieutenant Cedric Pankow, the com officer, let it fall.

As full of spirit as the month of May.

March comes in like a lion and goes out like a lamb.

Authors must spend months, years making fantasy believable in a single work while reality runs rampant and complete chaos elsewhere.

After two months of horrible computer problems, I had concluded that the free Windows 10 installation was an unreliable lobotomized operating system as compared to Windows 7 on a 2011 HP G72-B50US laptop computer.

Among the changing months May stands confest The sweetest and in fairest colors dressed.

No shade no shine no butterflies no bees No fruits no flowers no leaves no birds November!

Sweet April showers Do bring May flowers.

A poetess is not as selfishas you assume.After months of agonising over her marriage of words—the bride—and spaces—the groom,she knows that as soonas she has penned the poem,it’s yours to consume.So, without giving it a think,she blows on the inkand the letters fly awaylike dandelions on a windy day,landing on hands and lips, on hearts and hips.But more often than not,you can easily spotthem trodden and forgotten,becoming sodden and rotten.Yet, she will continue to makewhat’s others to takebecause selfishness is not the mark of a poetess.

Today has been a day dropped out of June into April.

If cold December gave you birth The month of snow and ice and mirth Place on your hand a turquoise blue Success will bless what'er you do.

Today is an ephemeral ghost...A strange amazing day that comes only once every four years. For the rest of the time it does not "exist."In mundane terms, it marks a "leap" in time, when the calendar is adjusted to make up for extra seconds accumulated over the preceding three years due to the rotation of the earth. A day of temporal tune up!But this day holds another secret—it contains one of those truly rare moments of delightful transience and light uncertainty that only exist on the razor edge of things, along a buzzing plane of quantum probability...A day of unlocked potential.Will you or won't you? Should you or shouldn't

Oh the lovely fickleness of an April day!