13 Last Day of June Quotes for a Reflective Pause
Thirteen lines about endings, halfway points, and the quiet turn from spring into summer.
These last day of june quotes sit at the year's midpoint, where spring lets go and summer takes over. I picked 13 real, attributed lines about endings and the slow drift of time, the kind you read on a warm evening when the light hangs around longer than it used to. Read them slow.
What is one to say about June, the time of perfect young summer, the fulfillment of the promise of the earlier months, and with as yet no sign to remind one that its fresh young beauty will ever fade.
And what is so rare as a day in June? Then, if ever, come perfect days.
James Russell Lowell The Vision of Sir Launfal, 1848
The most quoted line about the month, and it earns it. On June 30 those perfect days are spending their last currency.
It is the month of June, the month of leaves and roses, when pleasant sights salute the eyes and pleasant scents the noses.
Nathaniel Parker Willis The Month of June
A plain little couplet, but it gets at why we mourn the month ending: it was easy to be happy in it.
June is bustin' out all over.
Oscar Hammerstein II Carousel, 1945
Sung at June's fullest, which makes a fitting bookend on its final day when all that bursting has nowhere left to go but into July.
The Country of the Pointed Firs by Sarah Orne Jewett
Spring being a tough act to follow, God created June.
A wry line that crowns June as the closer of spring. The last day is when that act takes its bow.
No price is set on the lavish summer; June may be had by the poorest comer.
James Russell Lowell The Vision of Sir Launfal, 1848
Lowell again, reminding you the best thing about June costs nothing. Which is a good thought to hold as the month runs out.
Then came the June stillness, the heavy heat, the throbbing silence of the summer afternoon.
Montgomery catches the slowness of late June, that thick afternoon hush. It's the sound of a year pausing at its middle.
In early June the world of leaf and blade and flowers explodes, and every sunset is different.
John Steinbeck Travels with Charley, 1962
Steinbeck noting that even the endings (the sunsets) refuse to repeat. June's last sunset is one you only get once.
June is the gateway to summer.
Jean Hersey The Shape of a Year, 1967
If June is the gate, then its last day is the moment you finally step through. Worth a breath before you do.
A Year in Provence by Peter Mayle
Summer afternoon, summer afternoon; to me those have always been the two most beautiful words in the English language.
James says it about the words, but he means the hours. On June 30 you have a whole summer of those afternoons still owed to you.
What a wonderful day to be alive, when it's roses, roses all the way.
A small gratitude for an ordinary June day. Reading it on the month's last evening turns the joy a little bittersweet.
Deep summer is when laziness finds respectability.
Keen gives you permission to do nothing. The end of June is a fine time to start practicing.
Green was the silence, wet was the light, the month of June trembled like a butterfly.
Neruda makes June fragile and shaking, which is honest. By its last day the trembling stops and the month lets go.
June 30 is a soft kind of ending. Half the year gone, half still ahead, and these lines are good company for that middle ground.
Jekyll writes June as a peak with no decline in sight, which is exactly the trick of the last day: the fade is coming, you just refuse to look at it yet.