Quotes About Summer

Con diecisiete años, no puedes ser formal. —¡Una tarde, te asqueas de jarra y limonada, de los cafés ruidosos con lustros deslumbrantes! —Y te vas por los tilos verdes de la alameda. ¡Qué bien huelen los tilos en las tardes de junio! El aire es tan suave que hay que bajar los párpados; Y el viento rumoroso —la ciudad no está lejos— trae aromas de vides y aromas de cerveza.

La Finlandia intera entrava nella stagione estiva. Le acque si erano liberate, gli umani risvegliati. Il sole splendeva raggiante, una brezza leggera turbinava nell'aria. Dalle parti di Lestijärvi, in campagna, una madre di famiglia sfornava brioche alla cannella; a Kokkola, sulla costa, un automobilista ubriaco provocava un incidente mortale. Insomma, era cominciata l'estate.

There was this hip-hop collective called People Crew. And at the time in Korea, there was no real place to access rap music. So People Crew used to host this summer school program, which taught rapping and dancing. I begged my mom to attend that school to learn how to rap.

I'm not going to lie. I rarely wear sunblock.

I fought fires in the summer, and then I went back and did it again when I went to graduate school.

As a child, I was lucky enough to spend each summer with my grandmother.

I enjoy playing on grass and I enjoy being in London.

I always designed 'Gravity Falls' to be a finite series about one epic summer-a series with a beginning, middle, and end.

It's the NBA summer league and everyone's out there fighting. It's been a great experience for me.

The reason I love Lollapalooza is because it's a great music festival.

Baseball is the greatest thing in the world.

I love Greece. It's really cool in the summer.

I have dry skin, but using oily products in the summer can get so gross.

Who doesn't want that salty beach hair?

The Greeks saw wrestling as elemental, which likely explains why most ancient forms involved naked combatants who were doused in olive oil and often covered with a thin layer of sand to protect their skin from summer's sun and winter's cold.

Summer is a Latvian chicken. We make foolish choices. We think we're young again. We run with outstretched arms toward an object of love and it pecks us and pecks us until we're standing there snot-nosed and teary in the middle of Astor Place and the sun sets fire to our Penguin shirts and all that is left to do is go to our air-conditioned homes and ponder the cruelty of our finest season.

Daaé seemed not to recover his strength until the summer, when the whole family went to stay at Perros-Guirec, in a far-away corner of Brittany, where the sea was of the same colour as in his own country. Often he would play his saddest tunes on the beach and pretend that the sea stopped its roaring to listen to them.

I have sometimes thought that the reason the trees are so quiet in the summer is that they are in a sort of ecstasy; it is in winter, when the biologists tell us they sleep, that they are most awake, because the sun is gone and they are addicts without their drug, sleeping restlessly and often waking, walking the dark corridors of forests searching for the sun.

There are encounters that change nothing. Urth turns her aged face to the sun and he beams upon her snows; they scintillate and coruscate until each little point of ice hanging from the swelling sides of the towers seems the Claw of the Conciliator, the most precious of gems. Then everyone except the wisest believes that the snow must melt and give way to a protracted summer beyond summer.

Mainframe is dispersed among them all. Imagine millions of millions of tiny circuits like those in a card—billions of billions, actually. The warmth of each is less than the twinkle of a firefly; but there are so many that if they were packed together their own heat would destroy them. They would become a second sun. As things are it is always summer here, thanks to those circuits.

Mainframe is dispersed among them all. Imagine millions of millions of tiny circuits like those in a card—billions of billions, actually. The warmth of each is less than the twinkle of a firefly; but there are so many that if they were packed together their own heat would destroy them. They would become a second sun. As things are it is always summer here, thanks to those circuits." "That's what you call the little wiggly gold lines in card?

the street still so hot that the dogs would not bark for fear of fainting

It was so hot we spent our waking hours dozing and our sleeping hours lying awake, trying to sleep.

On Monday last I sat without a murmur in a stuffy theatre on a summer afternoon from three to nearly half-past 6, spellbound by Ibsen; but the price I paid for it was to find myself stricken with mortal impatience and boredom the next time I attempted to sit out the pre-Ibsenite drama for five-minutes.