Quotes About Summer

When writing their one-liners, many people fail to connect the problem, solution, and result. For instance: Many families struggle to spend time together, but at Acorn Family Camp, we solve the problem of boring summers so families create memories that last.

She raised up on tiptoe and gave me a cool, soft kiss that tasted of Popsicles. Oh you, I though, my heart beating fast and shallow.

All summer long I had been practically delirious: tingling, daffy, energized, running on gin and shrimp cocktail and the invigorating whock of tennis balls.

Ah, those days... for many years afterwards their happiness haunted me. Sometimes, listening to music, I drift back and nothing has changed. The long end of summer. Day after day of warm weather, voices calling as night came on and lighted windows pricked the darkness and, at day-break, the murmur of corn and the warm smell of fields ripe for harvest. And being young.

There was so much time that marvelous summer. Day after day, mist rose from the meadow as the sky lightened and hedges, barns and woods took shape until, at last, the long curving back of the hills lifted away from the Plain. It was a sort of stage-magic.

Deep red hollyhocks pressed against the limestone wall and velvet butterflies flopped lazily from flower to flower. It was Tennyson weather, drowsy, warm, unnaturally still.

Everything the men taught me that summer fell under the loose catchall of confidence. They taught me the importance of confidence. That was all. But that was enough. That, I later realized, was everything.

School was finally out and I was standing

School was finally out and I was standing on a picnic table in our backyard getting ready for a great summer vacation when my mother walked up to me and ruined it.

But especially he loved to run in the dim twilight of the summer midnights, listening to the subdued and sleepy murmurs of the forest, reading signs and sounds as a man may read a book, and seeking for the mysterious something that called -- called, waking or sleeping, at all times, for him to come.

Our summer missionaries did not stay to see this though we hoped they might yearn for it somehow. Stay for the party. The fleeting volunteer sometimes catches a course- sweet and sour - but no one savours the whole menu like me. 'Everyone brings out the choice wine first and then the cheaper wine after the guests have had too much to drink,' said the master of tbe banquet when he called the bridegroom aside, 'but you have saved the best til now.

It was a gorgeous end-of-summer-just-starting-to-befall day. The trees swayed in the breeze. The sky was the color of cornflowers.

I know in my heart , Tiago whispered, the language we like to speak is music and poetry and even cold, sweet piraguas on hot, hot summer days. But it feels like this place wants to break my heart. It feels like every day it tries to make my mom feel tinier and tinier, like the size of Perrito's head in my hands.

Every dandelion blown, each 'Star light, star bright The first star I see tonight'. My wish is always the same. Every fallen eyelash and first firefly of the summer The dream remains

In Tennessee, honeysuckle vines bloomed thick and full in our yard every summer. My brother and I ran out in the early hours, barefooted and still in pajamas to suck the sweetness from the bright flowers. It was never enough. That faint hint of honeysuckle on the tongue an almost broken promise of something better hidden somewhere deeper.

Tiene uno, como la naturaleza, sus estaciones, sus ciclos de vida? En el curso de quince o veinte días pasa una primavera y un verano en el fondo del alma, y luego viene un día violento en que nos quedamos sin hojas, y fríos, e inmóviles.

We are talking now of summer evenings in Knoxville Tennessee in the time that I lived there so successfully disguised to myself as a child.

El fresco verano llena Andaluzas soledades; no acercarán amistades la tierna imagen ajena. Visos y dejos de pena el agua me robaría; que la desdicha sonría hasta que el viento la lleve. Y en un molino de nieve levanto una nevería.

O outono é a única estação civilizada. A primavera é um descontrole glandular da Natureza. O inverno é o preço que a gente paga para ter o outono, e por isso está perdoado. O verão é uma indignidade. [...] Clássicos ao pé do fogo, um vago cachorro e sherry seco contra o catarro. Um gentleman não deve suar, meu caro.

First they burned her - that was last month. Actually just two weeks ago. Now they're starvng him. When he's dead, they'll burn him too. Oh, how jolly. All this burning of family members in the summertime.

A FEW PETS had come with us for the summer: three dogs and a cat, a pissed-off Siamese with a skin condition. Dandruff. We dressed up the dogs in costumes from a wicker chest, but could not dress the cat. She scratched.

In Maine during the summer of 1920 they rowed around Hog Island to the side facing the open ocean, and here he asked her to marry him. She was emotionally dead, she confessed. He didn't seem to mind.

ONE OF THE most popular books in Poland in the summer of 1939 was Margaret Mitchell's Gone with the Wind.

The morning passed, lazy hours strolling after their preceding fellows with all the urgency of a cat sunning itself in summer;