Quotes About Summer

September comes, and... Summer thins away.

By all these lovely tokens September days are here, With summer's best of weather, And autumn's best of cheer...

It proved a wet, ungenial summer," the future Mary Shelley wrote, "and incessant rain often confined us for days to the house." To entertain themselves, they wrote ghost stories. Mary Shelley's would become Frankenstein.

I am told that in the heart of a vast, bowl-shaped valley deep inside the High Pamir where the sheep and the goats spend their summers grazing by the hundreds as far as the eye can see, there is a cold blue stream that meanders through emerald meadows until it spills into a small lake that carries the color of the sky and that the surface of this lake and the surrounding grasslands shiver in unison beneath the movement of a wind that never stops blowing.

White pants should be worn on two occasions: One, never. And two, if you're selling ice cream.

refused." "Two of us were assigned to kill you that summer. It was the first

And now comes the summer of violence And my youth is as dead as the springtime O Sun it is the time of fiery Reason.

L'amour a épousé l'absence, un soir d'été;

Lancelot was following, slowly, on the dark and narrow path. All about him and from high above, the mighty trees of Pendaran Wood were letting fall their green leaves, gently, on a night in the midst of summer, to honour the passage of the man.

If this is truly the time that will decide, we have no business refusing people who feel the way we do. No right to decide that they must huddle in their homes waiting to see if they are still slaves or not when the summer ends.

In summer darkness, stars in her south-facing window, she makes - or accepts - a decision in her heart. There is fear again with it, and sorrow, but also a kind of easing of disquiet and distress, which is what acceptance is said to bring, is it not?

It is a real chill out, The genuine thing. I am not deceived, I do not think it is still summer Because sun stays and birds continue to sing.

In the summer of 1913, Kafka bangs endlessly on about 'necessity,' that favorite concept of every German since Hegel who ever planned to do something morally dubious.

Dear Hewitt Costello, Equerry, were daylighted with our outing and are looking backwards to our unearly summers

A ricefield near Vercelli under creamy summer haze. the wings of her drooping hat shadow her false smile. Shadows streak her falsely smiling face, smitten by the hot creamy light, grey wheyhued shadows under the jawbones, streaks of eggyolk yellow on the moistened brow, rancid yellow humour lurking within the softened pulp of the eyes.

It was the kind of timeless evening in Louisiana when spring and fall and winter and summer come together in a perfect equinox, so exquisite and lovely that the dying of the light seems a violation of a divine ordinance. It was an evening that was wonderful in every way possible.

I stood under the portico of the main house and rang the chimes. The day had already turned warm, but it was cool in the shade and the air smelled of damp brick and four-o'clock flowers and the mint that grew under the water faucets

What happened to your tan.

bleachers at a Little League

I wanted an endless summer with you. But then darkness always comes doesn't it? Just a fact of life, i guess

have thought so much could change in one summer? Not me, that's for sure. Not my best buddy, Leonardo the Silent. Probably not the folks at Airbrook Arts Community School either. That's where I was supposed to start seventh grade in the fall. Supposed to. You

And that stunk like an eight-week-old pile of fish guts sitting on the hot blacktop in the middle of August.

Dry skin is unhappy, damage-prone skin, so apply a product to protect it from summertime drying agents like sunburns, salt and chlorine.

Shorts are practically a uniform in every woman's closet. Tailored shorts are okay for running around, and if you're 18, you can get away with cut-offs. But it's very easy to make a mistake with shorts.