Summer Quotes

I'm looking forward to seeing more of the US, and hopefully spending some of the summer in Europe playing festivals. It's early days though, so who knows.

Summer runs out the way a centerfielder runs out of real estate - slowly at first, then all at once.

I vividly remember the summer of 1964 with its voter registration drives, boiling racial tensions, and the erupting awareness of the cruelty of racism. I was never the same after that summer.

Then I decided I would spend the summer writing a novel. That would fix a lot of people.

I don't know how long I kept at it... I felt reasonably safe, streched out on the floor, and lay quite still. It didn't seem to be summer any more

John Carlos provided the world with one of the most iconic images of the 1960s with his Black Power salute after a medal-winning performance at the 1968 summer games.

When I figured out how to work my grill, it was quite a moment. I discovered that summer is a completely different experience when you know how to grill.

I know what it's like to pine away for that summer romance you just can't get back.

My first memory of loving music happened so early. We would always go to the beach in the summer and I would run from blanket to blanket, from family to family and just sing Lion King songs acapella.

I met her last summer on a moonlight boat trip.

Surely 't is better, when summer is over To die when all fair things are fading away.

Our Father's commitment to us, His children, is unwavering. Indeed He softens the winters of our lives, but He also brightens our summers.

The work is demanding, the impact everlasting. This is no time for 'summer soldiers' in the army of the Lord.

An easy thing, O Power Divine, To thank thee for these gifts of Thine, For summer's sunshine, winter's snow, For hearts that kindle thoughts that glow.

The ABCs of Death offers us a chance to work closely with a large number of visionary filmmakers to create a film with more jaw-dropping moments than a whole summer of blockbusters.

I cannot deny that on a breezy summer's day, Fishers Island is one of the most idyllic places possible for a round of golf.

Skin bathed in summer sunset light is sultry and sublime. Every woman looks irresistible in its glow-relaxed and sensual.

I was a garbage man in New Jersey in summers during college at Yale. Everybody else got to go to Switzerland and I got to go to the dump.

Summer had come to sit on New York's face.

When I go to the shore, I take along the poems of Pablo Neruda. I suppose it's because the poems are simultaneously lush and ripe and kind of lazy, yet throbbing with life - like summer itself.

The rains tumble down in the sky, Young swallows have learned how to fly, The leaves that were green are no longer so green, And it looks like the summer is over.

I love borders. August is the border between summer and autumn; it is the most beautiful month I know.

It is still summer, but the summer is no longer alive. It has come to a standstill; nothing withers, and fall is not ready to begin. There are no stars yet, just darkness.

My parents are both teachers, so we had the summers off.

In the winter I separate, in the summer I marry. It's been 15 years since I've been getting married every year.

The summer night was starless and stirless, with distant spasms of silent lightning.

Russia hosts a lot of forums, including the International Economic Forum in St Petersburg, [usually in the beginning of summer], as well as the Economic Forum in Sochi.

Fat girl, terrestrial, my summer, my night, How is it I find you in difference, see you there In a moving contour, a change not quite completed? You are familiar yet an aberration.

The winter is made and you have to bear it, The winter web, the winter woven, wind and wind, For all the thoughts of summer that go with it In the mind, pupa of straw, moppet of rags.

It's been a strange [summer].... I was sent by a magazine to photograph famous photographers.... Of course, I included myself.

The summer moon hung full in the sky. For the time being it was the great fact of the world.

Winter is ruthless and sometimes sullen and murderous. The wild winter North has gulped ten thousand summers down nor left a froth of sunshine on its lips.

Oh, bring again my heart's content, Thou Spirit of the Summer-time!

Scarcely a tear to shed; Hardly a word to say; The end of a Summer's day; Sweet Love is dead.

How sweet I roamed from field to field, And tasted all the summer's pride, Till I the prince of love beheld, Who in the sunny beams did glide!

Hearts with one purpose alone/Through summer and winter seem/Enchanted to a stone/To trouble the living stream.

Heed not the night; A summer lodge amid the wild is mine, 'Tis shadowed by the tulip-tree, 'Tis mantled by the vine.

Into the winter's gray delight, Into the summer's golden dream, Holy and high and impartial, Death, the mother of Life, Mingles all men for ever.

Every day, I walk with my dog - summer, winter (it gets -20 F in Saint Paul), rain or shine. The nicer the day, of course, the longer the walk.

In the summer of 2009, I was at the Shakespeare lab at the public theater in New York.

To happy folkAll heaviest words no more of meaning bearThan far-off bells saddening the Summer air.

The summer's flower is to the summer sweet Though to itself it only live and die

O, how shall summer's honey breath hold out Against the wreckful siege of battering days, When rocks impregnable are not so stout, Nor gates of steel so strong, but Time decays?

By the end of the summer of 1973 I thought it was virtually impossible for South Vietnam to survive. How in the heck could they?

Primroses, the Spring may love them; Summer knows but little of them.

The success of 'Scrubs' allowed me to pursue anything I felt passionately about without having to worry about money. It allowed me to spend my summer work shopping my show at a nonprofit theater.

It was a vast, luminous dream in which his whole life seemed to stretch out before him like a landscape on a summer evening after rain

Summer is only the unfulfilled promise of spring, a charlatan in place of the warm balmy nights I dream of in April. It’s a sad season of life without growth…It has no day.

The days were longer then (for time, like money, is measured by our needs), when summer afternoons were spacious, and the clock ticked slowly in the winter evenings.

And then, one fairy night, May became June.