Summer Quotes

Summer was a book of hope. That's why I loved and hated summers. Because they made me want to believe.

. . .and he has nevergiven up his conviction that if you just try all the doors one of them is bound to be the Door intoSummer. You know, I think he is right.

O! how shall summer's honey breath hold out, / Against the wrackful siege of battering days?

No spring nor summer beauty hath such grace as I have seen in one autumnal face.

In the summer, we write life’s summary with the slow waves of love flowing over the sandy beach. The slow breeze and the warm sun write our memories.

The dreamy days and sticky nights of summer were already calling, as if anything could happen.

Every summer there are a number of nights, not many, but a number, when everything is perfect. The light, the warmth, the smells, the mist, the birdsong – the moths. Who can sleep? Who wants to?

Dad" I pleaded, "this is so [cuss word you never, ever say in front of your mother] ridiculous.

In the summer, we create memories of hot adventures so that those memories can warm-up the deep frozen winter.

In this storyI am the poetYou're the poetry.

She wasn't his girlfriend. She was his bubblegum girl--only fun until she lost her flavor.

When she remembered a summer it would be this one. When she remembered love it would be his.

A few of us always compared anything good to: ' Isn't it just like camp?' When we first got married, we asked each other, 'Was your honeymoon good?' 'Yeah. It was just like camp.

All I cared about that summer were suntans, beaches, boys and booze.

Just when we thought everything was going to be okay, we all fell apart.

Let's go, " I said."Go where?""On Lori's date with Parker."Now he looked at me over the nerdy spectacles he wore for reading."I wasn't aware it was a double date. And you're not my type.

Her dad turned to me. "You. Follow Me.""Woof, " I said.

Stay away from her.""Okay.""Keep your hands off her.""I'll try."He scowled at me."I will, " I said.

Son, " he said, "you monkeyed up.

Better you than Cameron " McGillicuddy grumbled. "I know where Cameron's been." Sean snorted. Cameron said "I already told you I did NOT come on to Lori.

Even though Sean still held my head down I was the only one who thought to ask"Who's driving the boat?" Over the motor I heard girls screaming at us the instant before we crashed.

Taking his hand I said "Fank woo.""Hm " he laughed with his mouth closed.

It was then I thought of Corsica, the place we had discovered together. I craved the wind, the sun and salt, the simplicity of the island.

Seven a.m. on the first day of summer vacation was, to her mind, a dangerous time to be awake. Even God had to be sleeping in.

The summer night was settling upon the neighborhood like a dark lace veil, casting dappled shadows on the roofs and sidewalks and lawns.

Summer brings sunshine, warm and flowering.

Last summer had meant lots of Sam Adams Summer Ale by herself on hot weekend days when it seemed like just her and the Dominican Day parade.

I know, ' I said, thinking about the trip my mother had wanted me to take, and the trip we'd ended up taking, and how much better ours had been.

From Summer's EndWhat we have is enough. It's more than we consciously realized.

The smell of hyacinths in the summer night air. At this moment, standing here with a boy I just met who already feels like home, I am overwhelmed with city love.

The light of an early Summer afternoon as it slips toward dusk has so many good things wrapped up in it..

End of the SummerIt was end of the summerAnd my heart was brokenbut i was smiling, laughing, making jokesLike there was nothing bleeding insideAs always.

It's the imperfections that make things beautiful

Spring passes and one remembers one's innocence.Summer passes and one remembers one's exuberance.Autumn passes and one remembers one's reverence.Winter passes and one remembers one's perseverance.

Really, nobody was there?” I asked.“Well, nobody important, ” he said, putting his glasses back on and blinking.

There is something deep within us that sobs at endings. Why, God, does everything have to end? Why does all nature grow old? Why do spring and summer have to go?

some winterswill never meltsome summerswill never freezeand some things will only... live in poems.

Solitude is only a human presumption. Every quiet step is thunder to beetle life underfoot

Let us dance in the sun, wearing wild flowers in our hair...

Ô, Sunlight! The most precious gold to be found on Earth.

There are easy ways to bring back summer in the snowstorm

Summertime. It was a song. It was a season. I wondered if that season would ever live inside of me.

now, never mindthe boy who came out of that reading rooma new man, safe in the hope of what was to comein the summers of his life.

Summertime is always the best of what might be.

At midnight, in the month of June, I stand beneath the mystic moon.

In summer, we grow younger and stay young forever.

In the deep shivering winter, I can feel the joy of a dancing summer in my heart.

In summer, a soothing warm breeze on a beach is the most soothing music for the soul.

I could taste the salt on her lips, each kiss like a summer wave breaking on an empty beach.

Come with me, ' Mom says.To the library. Books and summertimego together.