Quotes About Summer

They were the sort of walls that hoarded winter and emanated its chill throughout summer.

Was it the age of my innocence, Or was it the lost Land of Oz? Was it only a foolish illusion, The summer that never was?

We roll down the windows and crank the radio - we like the idea of our music spilling out over the whole neighbourhood, becoming part of the air.

Drawing attention to Gretchen's weight was the sort of behavior my mother referred to as 'stirring the turd,' and I did it a lot that summer.

The next summer we went to France for six weeks, and I added another 420 words, most of them found in the popular gossip magazine, 'Voici'. "Man-eater", I'd say. "Gold digger, roustabout, louse". "Who are you talking about?" my neighbors would ask. "What social climber? Where?

Something in the early summer of 2019 had us all thinking about enormous gaping assholes.

You tell yourself that if you traveled alone to Europe this summer, you could surely do the same thing next year, and the year after that. Of course you don't, though, and the next thing you know you're an aging, unemployed elf so desperate for love you spend your evening mooning over a straight alcoholic.

As kids, we spent our beach time swimming. Then we became teenagers and devoted ourselves to tanning.

Hugh and I returned to Normandy the following summer, and I resumed my identity as the village idiot. "See you again yesterday!" I said to the butcher. "Ashtray! Bottleneck!

Later that spring and early summer, this seismic shift in Reconstruction policy and politics led to passage of a new Freedmen's Bureau bill, the first Civil Rights Act of American history, and the Fourteenth Amendment.

here in the summer desert, winter found my blood

He once told me that an August evening was as hot as three toads in a Cuisinart, a comparison that left me blinking two days later.

All day long I can look forward to a popsicle.

Summer left Wellington abruptly and slammed the door on the way out. The shudder sent leaves to the ground all at once, and Zora Belsey had that strange, late-September feeling that somewhere in a small classroom with small chairs an elementary school teacher was waiting for her. It seemed wrong that she should be walking towards town without a shiny tie and a pleated skirt, without a selection of scented erasers. Time is not what it is but how it is felt, and Zora felt no different.

Too many children lose ground academically over the summer months.

Baseball has been my favorite sport all my life.

I've been going to Ibiza all my life really, since I was a kid.

The summer in Arizona is too hot.

Every summer my husband and I pack our suitcases, load our kids into the car, and drive from tense, crowded New York City to my family's cottage in Maine. It's on an island, with stretches of sea and sandy beaches, rocky coasts, and pine trees. We barbecue, swim, lie around, and try to do nothing.

He was already tired of the rain. He never took long to grow weary of it in winter, though he liked it in the summertime when it fell hard, silver and green, and afterward steamed from the backs of horses, steamed up from the railroad ties and lay in a mist along Town Creek. In summer, the birds sang after a rain, but no such music rose from the cold drizzle of the dead time. Only silence, and only the dark.

The summer sun continued to rise in the sky and propel shocks of heat down on the city and the heavy moisture moistened bodies and clothing, and people fanned and wiped at sweating faces trying to survive another bitch of a day as Harry and Marion peacefully passed the day sleeping in each others arms oblivious to the reality surrounding them.

Listen! The wind is rising, and the air is wild with leaves, We have had our summer evenings, now for October eves!

In the summertime I used to have a Kool-Aid stand set up in front of the house. A pitcher of Kool-Aid cost maybe a dollar and I'd sell glasses for a quarter apiece. I'd be able to make a profit of eight or nine bucks on a hot day. That was a nice little

It was one of those summer days that seemed to stretch on into eternity, and the heat was such that you couldn't believe the grass, yellow in patches where the gardener's watering can had been remiss, didn't just erupt into flames