Summer Quotes

Hope changes everything. It changes winter into summer, darkness into dawn, descent into ascent, barrenness into creativity, agony into joy.

While I was watching you, exotic words drifted across the mirror of my mind as summer clouds drift across the sky.

The summer that I was ten - Can it be there was only one summer that I was ten? It must have been a long one then.

I love summer. Because it means I can wear a bikini top and shorts, even just to go shopping.

Summer grasses — all that remains of great soldiers' imperial dreams.

Summer, after all, is a time when wonderful things can happen to quiet people.

Always someone resting there - a lone rock in the summer field

I kept having chills. This was in the middle of the summer and I was wearing a sheepskin jacket and I was chilling. I was shaking all over.

Sometimes, a family is like an ear of summer corn: It might look perfect on the outside, but when you peel the husk away. every kernel is rotten.

France has neither winter nor summer nor morals. Apart from these drawbacks it is a fine country.

February, when the days of winter seem endless and no amount of wistful recollecting can bring back any air of summer.

Rugby may have many problems, but the gravest is undoubtedly that of the persistence of summer.

June brings tulips, lilies, roses, Fills the children's hands with posies.

Summer is when we believe, all of a sudden, that if we just walked out the back door and kept on going long enough and far enough we would reach the Rocky Mountains.

I watch the springs, the summers, the autumns; And when comes the winter snow monotonous, I shut all the doors and shutters To build in the night my fairy palace.

In the long dusks of summer we walked the suburban streets through scents of maple and cut grass, waiting for something to happen.

The great irony is that women are accused of making romantic comedies, as if it’s a bad thing, but Marc Webb makes a romantic comedy and he gets ‘Spider-Man.’ Are you kidding me? You cannot win.

At 4, I joined a summer rec team called the Sugar Bears.

Nothing is as easy to make as a promise this winter to do something next summer; this is how commencement speakers are caught.

The summer I finished my first novel Ghana Must Go, I drove across west Africa: from Accra to Lomé to Cotonou to the deliciously named Ouagadougou.

As I swim through the summer tide of vulgarity, I find that's what I'm looking for: Movies that at least feel affection for their characters. Raunchy is OK. Cruel is not.

Nasturtiums, who colored you, you wonderful, glowing things? You must have been fashioned out of summer sunsets.

Sometimes the valley below is like a bowl filled up with fog. I can see hard green figs on two trees and pears on a tree just below me. A fine crop coming in. May summer last a hundred years.

I love movies like '500 Days of Summer' and 'Juno.' Something offbeat without the glamour and the makeup and the clothing.

RoboCop was maybe the best summer of my entire life.

Every summer, my grandparents would rent a house on Balboa Island. They had the house next to Bob Hope's. I've been going down there all my life, to that whole area.

My door was open part of the time, and part of the time I tried to get a nap and their voices annoyed me, and I closed it. I kept it open in summer more or less, and closed in winter.

Thus shall ye think of all this fleeting world: As star at dawn, a bubble in a stream A flash of lightning in a summer cloud A flickering lamp, a phantom, and a dream

I'm opening a store at the end of the month in the New York meatpacking district. I'm launching a line of bedding this summer, and I am writing a book that will be out next January.

I have family obligations and all that stuff. I get my kids six weeks in the summer, which is a real intense period of time. I'm with them every minute of the day

Before the war, and especially before the Boer War, it was summer all the year round.

I can only get my drummer in the winter; he plays with Grand Funk all summer.

For summer there, bear in mind, is a loitering gossip, that only begins to talk of leaving when September rises to go.

Last dance with Mary Jane One more time to kill the pain I feel summer creepin' in and I'm Tired of this town again

I will always remember this summer day in Paris, when I was to perform a great acrobatic move. I can still see myself stepping on the ring of a packed circus along real performers.

I belong to an improv group, I play cello, I have these phases - fencing, tae kwon do, baseball, ice hockey, boogie boarding in the summer, snowboarding in the winter.

Summer makes a silence after spring.

I like acting for now. But after seeing Apollo 13, what I really want to do is to be an astronaut. I'm dying to go to a space camp next summer!

Memory is the best of all gardens. Therein, winter and summer, the seeds of their past lie dormant, ready to spring into instant bloom at any moment the mind wishes to bring them to life.

He was in love with life as an ant on a summer blade of grass.

During one or two summers, as well as part-time during the school year, I worked for a small Canadian company which developed electrical instruments for military planes.

I had 500 kids at camp this past summer for example. We do nine weeks for kids and nine days for grown ups every summer. The adult camp is a lot of fun.

This conviction brought me, in the summer of 1978, to the Free Trade Unions - formed by a group of courageous and dedicated people who came out in the defense of the workers' rights and dignity.

We recorded that trio and it's out on the Knitting Factory label. I've got another record in the can with that group and Marc, which I'll hopefully finish some time before next summer.

For one swallow does not make a summer, nor does one day; and so too one day, or a short time, does not make a man blessed and happy.

I hear the birds on the summer breeze, I drive fast I am alone in the night Been trying hard not to get into trouble, but I I've got a war in my mind So, I just ride

When summer opens, I see how fast it matures, and fear it will be short; but after the heats of July and August, I am reconciled, like one who has had his swing, to the cool of autumn.

I please myself with the graces of the winter scenery, and believe that we are as much touched by it as by the genial influences of summer.

Today I have so much to do: I must kill memory once and for all, I must turn my soul to stone, I must learn to live again. Unless ... Summer's ardent rustling is like a festival outside my window.

. . . I was rich, if not in money, in sunny hours and summer days. . . .