Quotes About Summer

Él puso suavemente una mano en la nuca, a la vez que ella le ponía suavemente la suya en la cadera, y se dieron un beso en la calle, rodeados de gente con prisa por volver a casa, en la luz de verano; y sería, para ambos, el beso más dulce de su vida. Aquí empieza todo. Empieza todo aquí, hoy.

summer, after all, is a time when wonderful things can happen to quiet people. for those few months, you're not required to be who everyone thinks you are, and that cut-grass smell in the air and the chance to dive into the deep end of a pool give you a courage you don't have the rest of the year. you can be grateful and easy, with no eyes on you, and no past. summer just opens the door and lets you out.

Wanna beat the heatJust keep on rocking to the beat

In the deep shivering winter, I can feel the joy of a dancing summer in my heart.

In summer, a soothing warm breeze on a beach is the most soothing music for the soul.

In the summer, we create memories of hot adventures so that those memories can warm-up the deep frozen winter.

Strong jealousy in a beautiful love is the autumn in the middle of a hot summer!

Kindness went out to play all on a summer's day. With her about many smiles came out and joined in sweet array.

They went down to the stream. It was all bearded with dirty grasses and was grumbling, for the rains had filled it with water. So it complained. It complained of being too fat. It was never satisfied. In summer it spent its time moaning that it was going to die, and then...Streams were always like that.

Jesus said, But I am "alive"! It's the same material but lighter, summer stuff, star-coil, Akhmatova's hair...

To my garden I thee hie--- For soon all summer's beauties die; For lasting gems, for future frock Seek not the soaring bee--- Look down!----the rock.

One benefit of Summer was that each day we had more light to read by.

i'm just glad i'm not in the swim team this summer

He drove past a couple of communal basketball hoops and some black and Latino kids on bicycles, who stopped and stared until he was gone. School had been out for a couple of weeks.

And maybe, just maybe, this summer will end up being one that people write songs about.

If a summer were a girl, she'd always be lying stretched out in the grass in a long white dress, her arms over her head, her eyes half closed.

That summer rain I mean that is so quiet and matter of fact and falls straight down like a curtain. Now

I LIKE WHEN YOU WALK far enough that a kind of relaxation happens and you can be inside the rhythm of your feet. Your brain shifts like a car; you settle down, look around, and feel ah. In a more slow-motion way, you see where you are. And where I am is outside and free, on a summer day. There are times you know

Drunk, pinwheel-eyed, briny-blooded, brainless, weightless—Celia and I spun through New York City that summer on currents of pure electricity. Instead of walking, we rocketed. There was no focus; there was just a constant search for the vivid . We missed nothing, but we also missed everything.

The two of us went digging for trouble with a shovel and a pickax that summer, and we never had the slightest trouble finding it.

and the summer seems as though it would dream on for ever.

Well, she had had the most wonderful summer; she had got that anyhow tucked away up the sleeve of her memory, and could bring it out and look at it when the days were wet and she felt cold and sick.

In the summer, on fine evenings, I love to drive late and alone in the scented forests, and when I have reached a dark part stop, and sit quite still, listening to the nightingales repeating their little tune over and over aga^n after interludes of gurgling, or if there are no nightingales, listening to the marvellous silence, and letting its blessedness descend into my very souL The nightingales in the forests about here all sing the same tune, and in the same key of (E flat).

Punctul final al c?l?toriei lor era un castel în apropierea c?rora se aflau ele?tee. Au ajuns la aceste ele?tee într-o minunat? dup?-amiaz? de var? târzie. Cerul era atât de albastru încât Gottfried nu s-a jenat s?-i spun? tat?lui: "Uite ce albastru e cerul aici".