Quotes About Summer

Traverse City sits halfway between the North Pole and the Equator, and our summer days are long. The light seems to take forever to vanish from the sky, and when it does, it goes out like someone folding a white sheet in the dark. A flare on the horizon. Then a rustle: Goodnight.

A life of very, very serious, po-faced films would drive me nuts. I need - and I'm fortunate to have - a fairly varied menu in that respect. I mean, I was shooting 'Mamma Mia!' at the same time as I was doing Michael Winterbottom's 'Genova'. That was a very, very bizarre summer.

I have my own personal collection of Super Soakers in various sizes.

If you don't have a pool in Las Vegas, you have to put your children in the icebox.

For summer soirees, I recommend being bold. Add a flavorful herb or a fresh, exotic fruit or vegetable to transport your guests to another place.

Jicama, which is one of my favorite things in the summer, looks like a really horrendous root vegetable, which it is - it's like a hybrid of a potato and an apple, but you can eat it raw.

Rubbing meat or vegetables with sweet and savoury spices before roasting or sizzling on a grill is what summer nights are all about.

Vitamin D from mushrooms is not only vegan and vegetarian friendly, but you can prepare your own by exposing mushrooms to the summer sun.

When I left the state of Maine for college, I met my first really rich friends, and I discovered summer could be a verb.

And then, maybe oddest of all, she leaned back slightly from our embrace and said, "You didn't forget that this weekend is the big summer camping trip? With Cody and the Cub Scouts?" I hadn't actually forgotten—but I also hadn't remembered it in the context of playing out a dramatic scene of domestic anguish, and I had to pause for just a second to catch up with her. "No," I said at last. "I didn't forget.

while everyone in all the cars behind you swelters in the July sun that no air-conditioning can ever overcome

Her head appears to be on fire but that is only a trick of the light. It was June 13, eighty-three degrees out, under sunny skies.

There is a small window of opportunity for freckled girls to tan.

I climbed the stairs and got back into bed, pulling a pillow over my face to block out the summer light. But there was no hiding from reality that morning.

The air smelled like the inside of the cabins at the summer camp in Maine: must from the off-season, wet wood and mold, bug spray and sunscreen, sunshine and sweaty kids. The essence of summertime.

champagne and apricot nectar with a squeeze of lime

In the summer of 2009, a heat wave across France led to a shortage in cooling waters, forcing one-third of the nuclear power plants in the country to shut down.

There must be something ghostly in the air of Christmas — something about the close, muggy atmosphere that draws up the ghosts, like the dampness of the summer rains brings out the frogs and snails.

To Zinkoff and to all the kids in this brick-and-hoagie town, summer is like a great warm shallow lake. Some frolic and splash. Some strike out for the distant shore, too far away to see. Some just stand there, digging their toes into the sandy bottom. It is warm and sunny and lazy and you can leave your feet if you want to, because in the warm waters of summer, everybody floats." (p. 161).

Was this really happening? Did my stepfather really drag me out of bed at 7:00 in the morning on my summer vacation so I could stand in the kitchen in my underpants and stare down a row of chicken bones?

I can't believe it. Summer's almost over. Summer has a funnel shape. It seems real wide at first and deep. Slow. Like it will last forever. You just float on top of it.

Little kids on pastel bikes pedaled furiously, churning the heat to butter...

This summer has been idyllic … more than that, it's the unification of this group of formerly lost souls. It's been a syrupy lovefest for the past three months, and I wish it could last forever. I think about that stupid fucking saying, Absence makes the heart grow fonder , and I want to barf. I'm already beyond fond of everyone, so I'm all set.

Teachers don't work in the summer, and photographers don't shoot in in the middle of the day.