Quotes About Summer

I could go crazy on a night like tonight When summer's beginning to give up her fight And every thought's a possiblility And the voices are heard but nothing is seen Why do you spend this time with me Maybe an equal mystery

Richard Reid, "A Test Case of the 'Crying Evil': Desertion Among North Carolina Troops During the Civil War," NCHR, 58 (Summer 1981), 234–62;

It's hotter than a two-peckered alley cat up in here. Humidity must be close to a hundred.

No, it's too much. I should never have let you know that I was here. After all, there was no reason to tell you. It was just that we landed and I was sucked up by the tentacles of this, your city, and your name and that summer that were all inseparable and I called as soon as I put my bag down on the bed in this room.

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.

On Fire Island, you drifted, floated in a lazy river of other people's pheromones and bodily fluids, toward whatever house or cock or ass or what, whatever you wanted, that the current brought you to.

The summer two Cessnas collided in midair and the sky rained bodies into a grove of trees where everyone was in the middle of having afternoon sex.

In these ghostly places late summer nights: He was half-waiting to be born. Having vanished from his former life, having shed his previous self with the suits he had left behind in a basement in Washington, he was a ghost, in fact, waiting to come to life through love.

Little wonder that he wandered in these ghostly places late summer nights: He was waiting to be born (...) he was a ghost, in fact, waiting to come to life through love

Coming from Chicago, Lollapalooza is the one weekend of the summer when actual Chicagoans are kept out.

Time dissolves in summer anyway: days are long, weekends longer. Hours get all thin and watery when you are lost in the book you'd never otherwise have time to read. Senses are sharper - something about the moist air and bright light and fruit in season - and so memories stir and startle.

My daughter is a freshman in college and my son is - well, our daughter and our son - is a sophomore in college. So they come home on selected weekends, they come home on vacations and they're home in the summer, although they have jobs.

I had 500 kids at camp this past summer for example. We do nine weeks for kids and nine days for grown ups every summer. The adult camp is a lot of fun.

I travel pretty regularly throughout the football season with Arsenal and England, but we don't really get to explore. In the summer months, I get about four or five weeks off, and then I'll jet away to either the south of France, Dubai, or Italy.

I turned down a movie this summer because it was nine weeks in Vancouver and my oldest daughter is 14. I've got four more summers with her. I'm not giving away nine weeks of her summer to go do a silly movie.

Being out in that heat for two weeks definitely drains your energy.

I grew up in St. Louis, and I don't know if you've ever been to St. Louis in the middle of summer. There are days in the summer sometimes, weeks in the summer, where the temperature can be over 100 degrees and the humidity can be 100 percent.

Zucchini fritters arent a dish Im ever inclined to make. They take the watery, bland summer staple to an all-time low, shredding the squash to oblivion and weighing it down with a stodgy mix of flour and eggs.

I'm the girl that's on the beach with a hat on, under an umbrella. Like, very shaded. But my weird thing is, I only tan my legs. My whole body's covered in the shade, and I tan my legs.

There are jobs that American citizens will not do. We can talk about why that is. We can talk about how our welfare state is broken, how we encourage people not to work, but that doesn't help the farmer pick his peaches this summer.

Usually summer colors and vibes go well with Twice, I think, because we're bright and fresh.

My mother was Welsh and I loved going to Wales every summer, where Uncle Les had a farm. My mother had seven brothers and a sister and they were all very close. There would always be food on the table and uncles coming in and out. My father's family were English and lived in London, and we didn't really see them.

The west coast of Corsica on a boat in August is probably as beautiful as it gets.

When I was four, we moved to the house on the west side of Chicago where I grew up. My earliest memories are of that first summer.