Quotes About Summer

Everyone has a budget, I don't care who you are. But they said if we are in a pennant race in the middle of the summer they are going to get some help with added payroll.

I've fallen in love with baseball.

Outside, in the garden, it was playtime. Naked in the warm June sunshine, six or seven hundred little boys and girls were running with shrill yells over the lawns, or playing ball games, or squatting silently in twos and threes among the flowering shrubs. The roses were in bloom, two nightingales soliloquized in the boscage, a cuckoo was just going out of tune among the lime trees. The air was drowsy with the murmur of bees and helicopters.

Outside, in the garden, it was playtime. Naked in the warm June sunshine, six or seven hundred little boys and girls were running with shrill yells over the lawns, or playing ball games, or squatting silently in twos and threes among the flowering shrubs. The roses were in bloom, two nightingales soliloquized in the boskage, a cuckoo was just going out of tune among the lime trees. The air was drowsy with the murmur of bees and helicopters.

And in effect the sultry darkness into which the students now followed him was visible and crimson, like the darkness of closed eyes on a summer's afternoon.

CH3C6H2(NO2)3 + Hg(CNO)2 = ¿a qué? Un enorme agujero en el suelo, un montón de ruinas, algunos trozos de carne y de mucus, un pie, con la bota puesta todavía, que vuela por los aires y aterriza, ¡plas! entre los geranios, los geranios rojos... ¡Qué espléndia floración, aquel verano!

Quando si spense la seconda lampadina, entrambi si girarono a guardarla, per un attimo. Sembrava quando si aspettano le stelle cadenti, nelle notti d'estate.

It was a warm evening, at least by the standards applied in Scotland, where summer is sometimes no more than a promise, an aspiration

Darkwater, the faded rose many-chimneyed house, the lawns, the trees heavy with summer, the strutting peacocks, the distant flicker of the lake.

In the summer Darkwater was beautiful. It was as if its happier ghosts—perhaps there were summertime ghosts—lived then.

On the desert, there was no October; there was only summer and hell. "Where

SummertimeAnd the livin' is easy,Fish are jumpin',And the cotton is high.Oh, your daddy's rich,And your ma is good lookin';So hush, little baby,Don' yo' cry.

Gone are the living, but the dead remain, And not neglected; for a hand unseen, Scattering its bounty like a summer rain, Still keeps their graves and their remembrance green.

Her legs swing complete afternoons away.

Scoops of mint ice cream with chips of chocolate cows.

My dad was a carpenter and I would work with him during the summer and umpire on the nights I wasn't playing.

The weather has changed completely in the last week. Last Saturday was mild and sunny, autumn looking reluctantly back over its shoulder towards summer. Today it was wet and blustery, autumn barrelling forward impatiently into winter.

May Day is the ancient festival of Beltane, the midway point between the vernal (spring) equinox and the summer solstice.

Divine Beloved, I arise with a grateful heart on this beautiful summer morning. May all the study, practice and prayer that I do be an offering to the enlightenment of all beings. May I be content to leave the Great Mystery of the Universe as a mystery, without thinking that I can figure it all out.

Today is one of the four cardinal points of the year, Summer Solstice, the day of greatest light.

Lammas, or Teltane, is a cross-quarter day midway between summer solstice and fall equinox.

I hate Arizona. It always eight hundred degrees outside and everybody's always saying, "But it's a dry heat!" So's the inside of my microwave.

But woman's grief is like a summer storm, Short as it violent is.

Dark summer grass. Lightning bugs in their slow flashing. The night above you was more in you than your breath, the stars always shifting in your chest. from "Night Sky