Summer Quotes

I spent my summers in Connecticut scooping ice cream and babysitting.

As far as I am concerned, freedom summer never really ended.

Our fear of death is like our fear that summer will be short, but when we have had our swing of pleasure, our fill of fruit, and our swelter of heat, we say we have had our day.

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.

Happy domestic life is like a beautiful summer's evening; the heart is filled with peace; and everything around derives a peculiar glory.

My ideal summer day was reading on the porch.

Another secret of the universe: Sometimes pain was like a storm that came out of nowhere. The clearest summer could end in a downpour. Could end in lightning and thunder.

A worm tells summer better than the clock, The slug's a living calendar of days; What shall it tell me if a timeless insect Says the world wears away?

My mother, who hates thunderstorms, Holds up each summer day and shakes It out suspiciously, lest swarms Of grape-dark clouds are lurking there.

Everything good, everything magical happens between the months of June and August. Winters are simply a time to count the weeks until the next summer

... the spring, the summer, The chilling autumn, angry winter, change Their wonted liveries; and the mazed world By their increase, now knows not which is which.

June is the gateway to summer.

Gone are the living, but the dead remain, And not neglected; for a hand unseen, Scattering its bounty like a summer rain, Still keeps their graves and their remembrance green.

When the leaves fall, the whole earth is a cemetery pleasant to walk in. I love to wander and muse over them in their graves. Here are no lying nor vain epitaphs.

The activity of happiness must occupy an entire lifetime; for one swallow does not a summer make.

It's a sure sign of summer if the chair gets up when you do.

My life is like the summer rose That opens to the morning sky, But ere the shades of evening close Is scattered on the ground - to die.

Sometimes I wonder what I'm a-gonna do 'Cause there ain't no cure for the summertime blues.

Summer makes me drowsy. Autumn makes me sing. Winter's pretty lousy, but I hate Spring.

The summer of 1830 I... blasted the tunnel through the rock to take water from the dam above the falls for the mill... In 1831 we lowered the tunnel four feet, and built a new dam across the creek.

Tanglewood [summer home of the Boston Symphony Orchestra] was a place where gods strode the earth.

Don't fear the night time, Because the monsters know that you're divine. And don't fear the sunshine, Because everything is better in the summer time...

Summer has set in with its usual severity.

After winter comes the summer. After night comes the dawn. And after every storm, there comes clear, open skies.

Soon we will plunge ourselves into cold shadows, and all of summer's stunning afternoons will be gone. I already hear the dead thuds of logs below falling on the cobblestones and the lawn.

Peacefully The quiet stars came out, one after one; The holy twilight fell upon the sea, The summer day was done.

The soft mellow warble of the bluebird, heard at its best throughout spring and early summer, is one of the sweetest, most confiding and loving sounds in nature.

It’s always summer somewhere.

Gently I stir a white feather fan, With open shirt sitting in a green wood. I take off my cap and hang it on a jutting stone; A wind from the pine-tree trickles on my bare head.

Now the windows, blinded by the glare of the empty square, had fallen asleep. The balconies declared their emptiness to heaven; the open doorways smelt of coolness and wine.

Every man, wherever he goes, is encompassed by a cloud of comforting convictions, which move with him like flies on a summer day.

I walk without flinching through the burning cathedral of the summer. My bank of wild grass is majestic and full of music. It is a fire that solitude presses against my lips.

It must have been the summer of 1967, the Beatles were singing love is all you need. I held her hand as we walked through the arcades.

Sing a song of seasons; something bright in all, flowers in the summer, fires in the fall.

From morn To noon he fell, from noon to dewy eve,- A summer's day; and with the setting sun Dropp'd from the Zenith like a falling star.

Outstanding high school writers reported extensive summer reading

And the summer seems as though it would dream on for ever.

If it could only be like this always - always summer, always alone, the fruit always ripe and Aloysius in a good temper.

In early June the world of leaf and blade and flowers explodes, and every sunset is different.

Freedom Summer, the massive voter education project in Mississippi, was 1964. I graduated from high school in 1965. So becoming active was almost a rite of passage.

After a disappointing summer, Humpty Dumpty has a great fall.

In the spring or summer, I like going to the Hamptons or Fire Island. Anywhere I can hear waves, I'm there.

Thirteen states with a population less than that of New York State alone can prevent repeal [of prohibition] until Halley's comet returns. One might as well talk about a summer vacation on Mars.

The reader became the book; and summer night Was like the conscious being of the book.

If you're not in New York, you're camping out.

This is funny because I just had a job over the summer for VH1, a project I did called Strange Frequency where I got to play a Goth rock band singer.

Spring, summer, and fall fill us with hope; winter alone reminds us of the human condition.

School's-out-for-summer!!

A thing resounds when it rings true, Ringing all the bells inside of you, Like a golden sky on a summer eve Your heart is tugging at your sleeve, And you cannot say why... There must be more

For him in vain the envious seasons roll Who bears eternal summer in his soul.