Summer Quotes

In the summer heat the reapers say, “We have seen her dancing with the autumn leaves, and we saw a drift of snow in her hair.

The summer in youcalms the winter in me.

And just like a midsummer nights breeze, she ran away, into the moonlight, a fox, proud and strong. The lone wolf walked away, saddened she was gone.

Winter is coming, warned the Stark words, and truly it had come to them with a vengeance. But it is high summer for House Lannister. So why am I so bloody cold?

Dandelion wine. The words were summer on the tongue. The wine was summer caught and stoppered...sealed away for opening on a January day with snow falling fast and the sun unseen for weeks...

He who laughs worst, weeps first

The day was so wonderful that Bonaventure thought it would taste like cherry pie if he took a bite of it.

Summer set lip to earth's bosom bare, and left the flushed print in a poppy there.

Love is alcohol.

Julian said the world was evil and horrible - remember? But then he proved himself that it wasn't

Summer-induced stupidity.That was the diagnosis...

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

I have only to break into the tightness of a strawberry, and I see summer – its dust and lowering skies.

How they dance in the courtyard, sweet summer sweat.Some dance to remember, some dance to forget

Her legs swing complete afternoons away.

I realized someone else might tell you you're pretty. I'd do anything to keep you away from that person.

If you're stuck you could always double up with me at my place. It's the size of a postage stamp, but the roses are the size of poodles. So it sort of evens out." -Austin

Hey, I just thought of something.""What?""When we're together, we make one whole Italian.

In August, an inescapable blanket of heat settled over Paducah, the last gasping breath of summer roaring its weight out over the populace.

O summer and soft wind. Relieves the heart and makes living cheaper.

Today has been a day dropped out of June into April.

Perhaps it is always summer, in the place where we are young.

We tend to take summer's vitality for granted, when in actuality it is just one prolonged drought, or disease, away from decimation.

Summer crushes happen all the time, right? Because you feel far away from the real world, everything seems more...possible. Every person seems more vital.

It is not summer, England doesn't have summer, it has continuous autumn with a fortnight's variation here and there.

It was the twenty-first of June and Bitsy announced a Summer Solstice party.

There had once been a time when I'd dreaded the end of summer, had prayed it would hold out for as long as possible. Now the thought of endless warmth and sun made me . . . bored. Restless.

But, standing in the fading golden sunlight now, I can feel some of the scars of the summer stabbing over. I can feel the promise of a new beginning.

There's this magical sense of possibility that stretches like a bridge between June and August. A sense that anything can happen.

Those stories were the sound track of my summer with you.

Don’t forget the snow in the summertime, because you will meet him again when the summer is over!

Laying in a hammock, darkness surrounds me.

If I had to describe the scent of Michigan in spring and summer, it wouldn't be aparticular smell – blooming wildflowers or boat exhaust off the lake – it would be a color: Green.

Anything that lives here has to be just as harsh and determined as the sun, born of a fiery stubbornness that is either extremely brave or extremely stupid.

I am cold, even though the heat of early summer is adequate. I am cold because I cannot find my heart.

They say it'll be even hotter tomorrow. that's how we spend the summer. complaining about the heat.

summer is in me—clouds and lakes of shadows, rippling under the trees

Zoe's mom liked to send silly postcards that made her laugh, but they usually dwindled as the summer wore on.

The whole summer was inside of us.

Somewhere I read that human beings are the only creatures to spend the present driving themselves crazy about the future.

Sophie felt as if she were encased in a glass globe called summer.

We were enjoying one of those rare summers of utter freedom – no financial responsibility, no debts, no time owing to anybody.

Brooke was always my summer. She’ll always be my summer. And I had already made my choice a long time ago. Loving Brooke was what I was made to do.

The mosquitos were gone from the porch, and surely when they abandoned the conflict the war with Time was really done, there was nothing for it but that humans also forsake the battleground.

When the winter comes, the summer shines infinitely in our hearts!

The girl was alluring. Like wildfire, or a summer storm swept off the Gulf of Oro.

Summer was a lady who didn't give up her spotlight easily.

If June was the beginning of a hopeful summer, and July the juice middle, August was suddenly feeling like the bitter end.

A perfect summer day is when the sun is shining, the breeze is blowing, the birds are singing, and the lawn mower is broken.

The rhythm of a New York summer is passionate and powerful, evoking a rapid calypso, with July being the musical climax.