Quotes About Summer

Der Sommer hat angefangen und schon neigt er sich dem Ende zu.

One summer afternoon Mrs Oedipa Maas came home from a Tupperware party whose hostess had put perhaps too much kirsch in the fondue to find that she, Oedipa, had been named executor, or she supposed executrix, of the estate of one Pierce Inverarity, a California real estate mogul who had once lost two million dollars in his spare time but still had assets numerous and tangled enough to make the job of sorting it all out more than honorary.

Destiny awaits, a darkness latent in the texture of the summer wind. Destiny will betray you, crush your ideals, deliver you into the same detestable Bürgerlichkeit as our father, sucking at his pipe on Sunday strolls after church past the row houses by the river — dress you in the gray uniform of another family man, and without a whimper you will serve out your time, fly from pain to duty, from joy to work, from commitment to neutrality. Destiny does all this to you.

Es el cálido, romántico verano de 1945 y, con rendición o sin ella, persiste el culto de la muerte: acaba de perpetrarse lo que la Abuelita llamaba «un crimen pasional», la técnica preferida en nuestros días para resolver disputas interpersonales, a falta de pasión por cualquier otro aspecto de la vida.

from among pleasure boats strung like piglets along the pier...

It was summer, a weekday, and midafternoon; no time for any campus Oedipa knew of to be jumping, yet this one was. She came downslope from Wheeler Hall, through Sather Gate into a plaza teeming with corduroy, denim, bare legs, blonde hair, hornrims, bicycle spokes in the sun, bookbags, swaying card tables, long paper petitions dangling to earth, posters for undecipherable FSM's, YAF's, VDC's, suds in the fountain, students in nose-to-nose dialogue.

Little things are starting to come back to him, memories involving that summer that he can recall with fondness—fondness, and wonder—the way you can look back at a time in your life and say with certainty, "Here, I was most alive.

And if this random, aimless driving worried parents, the driving was certainly preferable to the parking. More girls got pregnant in the summer than during the other three quarters of the year.

Fancy – day after day of summer sunshine, in April. The house grows dusty and neglected because we spend so much time outdoors.

The crickets were rubbing their hind legs together, unrolling that endless band of sound that when combined with the sound of the sycamore trees losing their heads in the heat-thickened breeze could cause even a girl as unsentimental as Mary to feel like she'd just left something behind on the porch stoop she couldn't bear to live without.

Becky walked to the sea late in the day, trod barefoot among the tumbled blocks of stone that lined the foreshore, smelling the old harsh smell of salt, hearing the water slap and chuckle while from high above came the endless sinister trickling of the cliffs. Into her consciousness stole, maybe for the first time, the sense of loneliness; an oppression born of the gentle miles of summer water, the tall blackness of the headlands, the fingers of the stone ledges pushing out into the sea.

Jake's hair smelled like iced tea with honey in it, after all the ice has melted.

I have told the story of the great plague-summer; as an artist I could have wished that there had been more structure and design to it – as a man, that there had been less of the kind there was.

Do not talk any more. Do not speak. Do not break silence until We are weary of each other. Let our fingers run like steel Carving the contours of our bodies' gold. Do not speak. My face sinks In the clotted summer of your hair. The sound of the bees stops. Stillness falls like a cloud. Be still. Let your body fall away Into the awe filled silence Of the fulfilled summer — Back, back, infinitely away — Our lips weak, faint with stillness. from "When We with Sappho

A scientist may be able to measure coolness in terms of the temperature on registered on a thermometer; but no matter how accurate that measurement is, it still cannot capture the delight of a summer breeze.

I have the same pet peeve as Anderson Cooper, which is bare feet in public. I hate it. It so grosses me out, especially in New York. Oh my God, New York in the summer with people and their feet in their sandals and their flip-flops, like get it away!

Eran días de grandes calores, con los mendocinos atontados de bochorno, durmiendo siestas hasta las seis de la tarde.

Summer has filled her veins with light and her heart is washed with noon.

There aren't four seasons in Rocky Mountains, but three: summer, winter, and mud.

These directly measurable costs, however, were the easy part of his decision. It was instead the "opportunity costs" that required more attention. As he elaborated: "If I make hay all summer, I can't be doing something else.

FLIGHT (excerpt) You slid into the summer of my sleeping, crept into my lonely hours, ate the music of my dreams. … It is the time of the waking cold, when buckeyes, Like a thousand thousand metronomes, take time, and you, fat on my summer sleep, twitter toward me, walk away. It is the time for the parting of our days.

Origin Story Outside my window is the beginning of half my poems. The others start outside my door. In cach case the window is my body. I am always on the other side of the door. All summer every place around me caught fire. The flames orange haze spilled into my blood.

I enjoy the sun and the beauty of summer as long as I can. Who knows if one of these days I shall be prevented from doing it. —Alexei Romanov

Don't be brainwashed by the sun fascists - fair-weather Cumulus have a starring role in the perfect summer's day.