I have Vie Luxe candles in every room. In 2006 I spent the month of August in Sardinia, and the scent reminds me of the wonderful time we had.
I don't go home and pretend I'm August rather than just the actual lines I'm saying in the film. If you do it that way, it makes it more natural and second nature. After awhile you get used to it and there's so much, especially being in New York to film; you're always surrounded by American people.
I was born in August, no July, 1908.
To many, Heathrow in August is a paradigm of Hell.
I think we will have a boy baby and he will be born on the 20th of August. Everyone else has a girl baby and at times I don't believe I should mind having a little Phyllis Dawn but Dearest wants a boy and I do.
I think that's why August [Wilson] named her Rose [in "Fences"]; I really do. She's a rose in her sweetness and her kindness and in everything else, even her anger towards the end.
What an extraordinary episode in the economic progress of man was that age which came to an end in August 1914.
Now, therefore, I, Gerald R. Ford, President of the United States, pursuant to the pardon power conferred upon me by Article II, Section 2, of the Constitution, have granted and by these presents do grant a full, free, and absolute pardon unto Richard Nixon for all offenses against the United States which he, Richard Nixon, has committed or may have committed or taken part in during the period from January 20, 1969 through August 9, 1974.
Meanwhile after failing the bar twice, I knew some people in New York and moved here in August '71.
One summer night, out on a flat headland, all but surrounded by the waters of the bay, the horizons were remote and distant rims on the edge of space.
I'm naked in Esquire in August. I was naked on the set the other day. I'm always naked. I'm naked right now, in fact.
The day it all went wrong for me was 11 August 1989. That was the day I killed a man for the first time.
I read that Hollywood wanted to film Fences years ago with a white director, but [August] Wilson refused. He thought that the director needed to have lived the culture of black Americans.
Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?
But I have sinuous shells of pearly hue Within, and they that lustre have imbibed In the sun's palace-porch, where when unyoked chariot-wheel stands midway in the wave: Shake one, and it awakens; then apply Its polisht lips to your attentive ear, And it remembers its august abodes, And murmurs as the ocean murmurs there.
Less than a month ago all of August still stretched before us - long and golden and reassuring, like an endless period of delicious sleep.
I want to just say something very, very personal. As you know, Louisiana has undergone a lot of flooding over the last couple of weeks August 2016. And I just want to thank the American people for their generosity and supporting so many victims of that terrible flooding.
My timing’s a little off. But I’m about to get hotter than Jamaica in the middle of August.
Prayer is an august avowal of ignorance.
. . . in August in Mississippi there’s a few days somewhere about the middle of the month when suddenly there’s a foretaste of fall, it’s cool, there’s a lambence, a soft, a luminous quality to the light, as though it came not from just today but from back in the old classic times. It might have fauns and satyrs and the gods and---from Greece, from Olympus in it somewhere. It lasts just for a day or two, then it’s gone. . . the title reminded me of that time, of a luminosity older than our Christian civilization.