Quotes About Summer

Gratitude is a gift, too! she realizes. It multiplies a hundred times the desire to thank. It's is like becoming aware of coolness of the breeze in the middle of summer, or of the warmth of log fire in the middle of winter. It makes each cell long to sing.

The beginning of a new era is upon us, but it is currently waiting for Summer time to fully blossom.

He would drift through the house in search of the coolest spot to read through the long summer afternoons that had a touch of eternity to them, altering the arrangement of his limbs as much for comfort as for the fear that his undisturbed shadow would leave a stain on the wall.

Y nos meceremos una y otra vez, adelante y atrás, y te acuerdas de cuando éramos crías y le estábamos cuidando la casa a tus profesoras y resultó que eran lesbianas, y lo tensas que estábamos porque sabíamos que tendríamos que pasar los siguientes cuatro años en universidades distintas, empezando por aquel mismo verano, porque yo me iba a un estúpido campamento…

Whoever said our oldest fear is fear of the unknown, knew what he was talking about. All the electric lights and brick walls we've constructed never seem to take the edge off the suspicion that somewhere out there in the dark, some thing is waiting for us. For a handful of people in Silicon Valley that summer, the thing stopped waiting and stepped out of the night. • Ã¢â'¬Â¢ Ã¢â'¬Â¢

go arrowhead hunting like normal people. A relief. Sara worked with special-needs kids, and there was no way she could be associated with what had been going on the summer before. Sara could see Ryan was relieved,

In late summer, when sprays of purple loosestrife, goldenrod, and ripening cranberries burst into color along the old road cutting through the Great Marsh of West Barnstable on Cape Cod, the air vibrated with the drumbeat of cicadas, the caws of seagulls and geese.

Inevitably, the British barrier ringing Boston created new hardships for residents. While initially forbidden to leave the city, new food shortages sweltering summer temperatures convinced Gage to grant some citizens passes. ...Even after the arrival of fishing boats civilians could not buy the catch until the British were supplied. Outbreaks of disease became common.

Sophie felt as if she were encased in a glass globe called summer.

There's a sort of constant ease, as if it's high summer all the time inside her.

The first week of August hangs at the very top of summer, the top of the live-long year, like the highest seat of a Ferris wheel when it pauses in its turning. The weeks that come before are only a climb from balmy spring, and those that follow a drop to the chill of autumn, but the first week of August is motionless, and hot. It is curiously silent, too, with blank white dawns and glaring noons, and sunsets smeared with too much color.

Time is like a wheel. Turning and turning - never stopping. And the woods are the center; the hub of the wheel. It began the first week of summer, a strange and breathless time when accident, or fate, bring lives together. When people are led to do things, they've never done before. On this summer's day, not so very long ago, the wheel set lives in motion in mysterious ways.

The whole summer stretched out before us, long, hot, endless. September flashed like a tiny red warning light in the distance, but if I squinted, I could ignore it. I decided to squint for a while. 'It's going to be wonderful,' I said.

I'd much prefer my books to shoes...In the summer I sometimes take walks without shoes but never without a novel.

No summer ever came back, and no two summers ever were alike. Times change, and people change; and if our hearts do not change as readily, so much the worse for us.

Although remote, the park can be busy during summer days. Savvy visitors know to camp out or at least arrange to be on-site at dusk:

Shigure:"A summer home like this by the lake, you half expect JASON to show up!" Yuki: "There he goes again..." Kyo: (Thinking to himself) Jieison...Jaysun? Now where have I heard that before? Shigure: "'Jason' is a new species of bear. You're so ignorant, Kyo-Kun." Kyo: "SHUT UP! I KNEW THAT!!" Hatori:"That's not it..." Tohru:"Is it a foreign kind of bear?" Hatori:"....

Rome is particularly lethal this summer.

can barely remember those days, when I had the whole summer off to read.

when summer was still a word plump and generous and there was actual sunshine and time was impossibly deliciously luxuriously long and the idea of summer stretched out ahead so that now as you entered it you could not imagine it ever ending.

The summer nights are so endless, so open and dark. A summer night is like a different country, or a museum after the crowds have all gone and the lights are off. In the distance, so quiet, like the sound of a record playing before the music starts, comes a hint of thunder.

And it was that self-same summer—June 5th, if precision is your watchword—that I first set eyes on a stringy southern hemisphere home-boy, a man-boy, a prankish puck by the name of La Roux (with very bad skin and even worse instincts), who sailed into the slow-beating heart of our half-arsed, high-strung, low-bred family, then casually capsized himself, but left us all drowning (now they don't teach you that at the Sea Scouts, do they?).

He was looking at her too hard; his eyes were startling against his dark skin, like burnished bronze, glowing and greening in summer sun.

As summer turned to autumn, she hardly dared lift her gaze from the king's face. He gave no sign, but her dreams rang and echoed with danger.