Quotes About Summer

It was just as summer arrived that I met an old man named Fugui.

Again and again, the cicada's untiring cry pierced the sultry summer air like a needle at work on thick cotton cloth.

More than anything else, Kiyoaki thought, more than Princess Chan, the emerald ring, their friends, their school, perhaps what the princes had needed had been sunshine. It seemed that summer had the power to heal all frustrations, soothe every grief, restore their lost happiness.

Great cloud masses boiled up, immense in their quiet majesty. They seemed to drink up all the noise below, even the sound of the sea. It was the height of summer and there was anger in the rays of the sun.

It was a bright, quiet garden, without striking features. Like a rosary rubbed between the hands, the shrilling of cicadas held sway. There was no other sound. The garden was empty. He had come, thought Honda, to a place that had no memories, nothing. The noontide sun of summer flowed over the still garden.

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There was no other sound. The garden was empty. He had come, thought Honda, to a place with no memories, nothing. The noontide sun of summer flowered over the still garden.

If only summer would end. The very word "summer" carried with it festering thoughts of death. And in the evening sun she felt a festering warmth.

I like spring, but it is too young. I like summer, but it is too proud. So I like best of all autumn, because its leaves are a little yellow, its tone mellower, its colours richer, and it is tinged a little with sorrow and a premonition of death. Its golden richness speaks not of the innocence of spring, nor of the power of summer, but of the mellowness and kindly wisdom of approaching age. It knows the limitations of life and is content.

We walked at night towards a cafe blooming with Japanese lanterns and I followed your white shoes gleaming like radium in the damp darkness. Rising off the water, lights flickered an invitation far enough away to be interpreted as we liked; to shimmer glamourously behind the silhouette of retrospective good times when we still believed in summer hotels and the philosophies of popular songs.

I play the radio and moon about...and dream of Utopias where its always July the 24th 1935, in the middle of summer forever.

Life has puffed and blown itself into a summer day, and clouds and spring billow over the heavens as if calendars were a listing of mathematical errors.

Thinking these things made space and time around her, the way saying 'only June' had when she was a child hoarding summer.

During the previous summer U.S. public health workers had accidentally killed four sailors, on two different foreign vessels, by fumigating against possible plague-carrying rats.

when they summered in Newport, they embraced the simple life.

It smelt of coconut ice cream and sweat and the Mediterranean sea. I

She is drinking peach tea in the plaza and she is too hot because her blue and black checked shirt is for winter not for summer in Andalucía. I think she thinks she's a cowboy in her work shirt, always alone with no one to look at the mountain horizon at night and say my god those stars.

I like to pic-a-nic more than a bee likes to bumble.

I think we'd better go." Her breath fluttered the folds along the front of her bodice. A subtle scent of summer berries teased his nose. "Aren't you the least bit curious?" "Yes," she whispered. Bending his elbows, he leaned down. She placed her fingers against his lips. "I think we'd better go." Stopping his descent, he took the end of her finger into his mouth and grazed it with his teeth, then kissed it.

A breeze, a forgotten summer, a smile, all can fit into a storefront window.

August in East Tennessee is a sweaty panting mutt, breathing down a dust-caked neck that has been baked by the southern sun.

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America may be the best country in the world, but that's kind of like being the valedictorian of summer school.

On every June 21, the Summer Solstice in the Northern Hemisphere, I remember this unforgettable line from Albert Camus: 'In the depth of Winter I finally learned that there was in me an invincible Summer.' It's true that we often discover our true strength only during the most challenging phases of life. We must keep alive and rekindled that divine spark of Stregth that is always within us, invincible and indestructible, as we welcome Summer on June 21 every year.