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“The first week of August hangs at the very top of the summer, the top of the live-long year, like the highest seat of a Ferris wheel when it pauses in its turning. The weeks that come before are only a climb from balmy spring, and those that follow a drop to the chill of autumn, but the first week of August is motionless, and hot. It is curiously silent, too, with blank white dawns and glaring noons, and sunsets smeared with too much color. Often at night there is lightning, but it quivers all alone. There is no thunder, no relieving rain. These are strange and breathless days, the dog days, when people are led to do things they are sure to be sorry for after.”
― Natalie Babbitt, Tuck Everlasting

“Sophia and Grandmother sat down by the shore to discuss the matter further. It was a pretty day, and the sea was running a long, windless swell. It was on days just like this--dog days--that boats went sailing off all by themselves. Large, alien objects made their way in from sea, certain things sank and others rose, milk soured, and dragonflies danced in desperation. Lizards were not afraid. When the moon came up, red spiders mated on uninhabited skerries, where the rock became an unbroken carpet of tiny, ecstatic spiders.”
― Tove Jansson, The Summer Book

“The dog days of my distant past haunt me at the dusk of my life while I get ready to embrace an eternal long night. My mistakes, my blemishes, my heartbreaks, and my ungainly acts remind me of the person I was in the younger days of my life.”
― Udayakumar D.S., Fearless and Free: How One Man Changed my Life 莯 Self-help story on life, love and making a fresh start

“Dog Days" Pg 295 People don't always present their truth. Sometimes they project something entirely different. The lies we tell others are nothing compared to the lies we tell ourselves.”
― Erika Waller