Summer Quotes
...and so many colorsI will have seen...the menacing greysand pine greensthe soft pink and purplesof springand summer blueand so many otherswithout you.
If it could only be like this always – always summer, always alone, the fruit always ripe and Aloysius in a good temper...
I sat down at the table, took a deep breath, smiled at Detective Masterson, and nodded at Deputy Slalom. It was going to be a great summer. Normal.
If I don't make it to heaven, at least I know what hell feels like with this heat!
The stars glittered in the sky and as the number of people at the party grew there were merging conversations and laughter and bodies moving in outlines around the kegs of beer in a curtsy of youth.
There are two times in a person's life when there is the possibility of pure happiness: in youth and in summer.
I don't have the time, skill level, or experience to date one guy, let alone two. Fortunately, there's more to life than boys. How about we focus on something other than me finding a mate?
Reasonable things would never bring you joy as much as unreasonable ones do.
Every season has a reason. Summer cannot do the works of winter, nor winter the works of summer. Each season is unique yet so important, so cherish the seasons in your life.
Summers end to soon just as childhood ends before we apprehend the effervescent of our youth.
Summertime is a period for youthful explorations, a joyful time when we learn lessons without grand expectations or harsh consequences.
As long as the earth remains, there will be day and night, planting and harvesting, cold and heat, summer and winter. These cycles shall never ceased. Genesis 8:22
The stars here and the ones there are each special for their own reason. You grew up looking at these, while I looked at mine. Now we’ve both looked at each of them together.
The night had a nearly liquid quality, was like sliding into a warm swimming pool, a pool filled with buoyant darkenss instead of water.
I love to watch Summer SkyFlashy yet calm!It feels I'm one of them...Sometime it seems they are streaming down!
Life and summer are fleeting, ’ sang the bird. ‘Snow and dark, and the winter comes. Nothing remains the same.
Dip your fingers n the spring stream or lift your face to the summer rains. Listen for me in the winter wind I'll come back for you.
No, ” moaned Tom in despair. “School. School straight on ahead! Why, why do dime stores show things like that in windows before summer’s even over! Ruin half the vacation!
Summer is the time for dreaming, and then you have to stop. But some people go on dreaming all their lives, and cannot change.
Again and again, the cicada’s untiring cry pierced the sultry summer air like a needle at work on thick cotton cloth.
Mystique saturates, gluts the air, Adventure’s even more than rare, Excitement’s everywhere to share, And Novelty’s beyond compare.
That spring was the start of everything, for me. Before then, I might have been half-asleep, drifting through life.
Her fragility makes her uncomfortable, but it has a familiarity, too, like the biting cold of winter that you only half forget during other seasons.
The hours were long, but the days were short, and as much as I willed it to never come, the end of summer arrived anyway.
She didn’t know that loss was alive in the world, a thief always about to slam you and steal everything you had.
That girl was a goddess and once a guy got hooked on her it was damn hard weaning off. - Drake
Well, in that case, no. I’m not your father. But if you go with another definition, meaning ‘a man who wants to be in your life and help raise you, ’ then yes. I am.
This morning, the sun endures past dawn. I realise that it is August: the summer's last stand.
The morning heat had already soaked through the walls, rising up from the floor like a ghost of summers past.
Summer had a way of being full of fun and things to do and plenty of times of doing nothing and feeling bored.
Whenever the sun is shining, I feel obligated to play outside!
Summer, dropping so easily a delicious everything upon your skin and lips. Like a never-ending kiss - taunting, deep, and luscious.
The warmly cool, clear, ringing, perfumed, overflowing, redundant days, were as crystal goblets of Persian sherbet, heaped up—flaked up, with rose-water snow.
One can follow the sun, of course, but I have always thought that it is best to know some winter, too, so that the summer, when it arrives, is the more gratefully received.
Love is like a season, it ebbs and it flows, sometimes we're like Summer, Fall and Winter, but it's Spring that I long to know.
The moods he's shown me have all been vastly different...as different as summer and winter, sometimes with fall between them.