Quotes About Summer

My father was against the death penalty, and that was hard in the Son of Sam summer when fear was driving the desire for the death penalty.

Life is short, wear tropical shirts.

Gathering the golden harvest through long summer days leaves a lasting sweetness to ripen in a man's soul. The smell of newly carted hay can be a lasting memory even in strange cities.

When they weren't farming alongside the other Mohaves, the girls spent their first summer with the tribe gathering mesquite, collecting wild vegetables with the women, or swimming naked in the Colorado.

It's Getting Hot in Here

Watermelon - it's a good fruit. You eat, you drink, you wash your face.

Summer cooking implies a sense of immediacy, a capacity to capture the essence of the fleeting moment.

Jam on a winter took away the blue devils. It was like tasting summer.

As far as I am concerned, freedom summer never really ended.

My summer tip is to taste the freedom given by the long days - and by the holidays!

I'm actually pale blue: it takes me a week of sunbathing to turn white.

I WILL wear shorts, tanks, crop tops, bikinis, & look HOT this summer wearing it. No more being self-conscious, just self-CONFIDENCE.

One can always tell it's summer when one sees school teachers hanging about the streets idly, looking like cannibals during a shortage of missionaries.

Judge Barnett always said A/C is for people who don't have the patience to be hot.

A/C is for people who don't have the patience to be hot.

and the night temperature had not dipped below eighty,

Quite possibly there's nothing as fine as a big freight train starting across country in early summer, Hardesty thought. That's when you learn that the tragedy of plants is that they have roots.

Pino closed his eyes and tried to go with the music, which was as gentle and playful as a summer stream. He tried to imagine the stream, tried to find peace in it, and sleep, and nothingness.

France had neither winter nor summer nor morals - apart from these drawbacks it is a fine country.

I can picture that old time to myself now, just as it was then: the white town drowsing in the sunshine of a summer's morning… the great Mississippi, the majestic, the magnificent Mississippi, rolling its mile-wide tide along, shining in the sun.

Brass, stay down all summer.

It's funny how one summer can change everything.

We should go swimming, " Anna says, out of the blue.

What is Hell like?" I blurted out before I could stop myself. Damn my curiosity. "You've never been there?" He eyed me suspiciously. Yeah, I went to Hell every summer for vacation.