Quotes About Summer

Because they are the knights of summer, and winter is coming.'' ''Lady Catelyn, you are wrong.'' Brienne regarded her with eyes as blue as her armor. ''Winter will never come for the likes of us. Should we die in battle, they will surely sing of us, and it's always summer in the songs. In the songs all knights are gallant, all maids are beautiful, and the sun is always shining.

Summer is the time for squabbles. In winter, we must protect one another, keep each other warm, share our strengths.

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?

A few lantern bugs were coming out, their little lights blinking on and off. The green water was warm as tears, but there was no salt in it. It tasted of summer and mud and growing things.

The morning had dawned clear and cold, with a crispness that hinted at the end of summer.

Bran looked up calmly. "His name is Summer," he said.

meant an even longer winter, but the maester saw no reason to frighten the child with such tales. Patchface rang his bells. "It is always summer under the sea," he intoned. "The merwives wear nennymoans in their hair and weave gowns of silver seaweed. I know,

He was wearing a blue cotton shirt that was bleached and faded to the colour of a forget-me-not dried by the sun, and old grey flannel trousers.

These summer storms would be hatched in a nest of cumulus clouds in the Albanian mountains and ferried rapidly across to Corfu by a warm, scouring wind

Even in the shade of the olive groves it was not cool

the shallow waters too warm to be refreshing.

Anys was so skilled with plants and balms that she knew how to extract their fragrant oils, and these she wore on her person so that a light, pleasant scent, like summer fruits and flowers, always preceded her.

If February give much snow A fine Summer it doth foreshow.

Now is the winter of our discontent Made glorious summer by this sun of York.

If there were no tribulation, there would be no rest; if there were no winter, there would be no summer.

Crabbed age and youth cannot live together; Youth is full of pleasure, age is full of care; Youth like summer morn, age like winter weather; Youth like summer brave, age like winter bare. Youth is full sport, age's breath is short; Youth is nimble, age is lame; Youth is hot and bold, age is weak and cold; Youth is wild, age is tame. Age, I do abhor thee; youth, I do adore thee.

It just wouldn't be a picnic without the ants.

she loved fall the best because its breezes were summer heat wrapped in cold, as opposed to spring, which was winter cold veneered with warmth.

Phury lit a blunt and eyed the sixteen cans of Aqua Net that were lined up on Butch and V's coffee table. What's doing with the hair spray? You boys going drag on us? Butch held up the lenght of PVC pipe he was punching a hole in. Potato launcher, my man. Big fun. Excuse me ? Didn't you ever go to summer camp ? Basket weaving and woodcarving are for humans. No offense, but we have better things to teach our youngs.

She didn't belong on this side. She couldn't stand the idea of going back to the Sanctuary. She was like the summer air that stretched between the grassy green ground and the star-studded galaxy above. She was neither here nor there…and she was invisible.

A Mississippi summer is an awesome and boggling thing, a slab of steaming time, a hundred cubed: a hundred days at a hundred degrees and a hundred percent humidity.

But anything worth doing is worth doing badly. Like being there by that summer ocean on the other side of the island while love was fading out of her, the stars burning so extravagantly those nights that anyone could tell you they would never last.

And here for the first time in my life I saw my beloved Mississippi River, dry in the summer haze, low water, with its big rank smell that smells like the raw body of America itself because it washes it up.

It was what should have been a bright summer day, but the smoke from the burning world filled the sky, through which the sun shone murkily, a dull and lifeless orb, blood-red and ominous.