Quotes About Summer

The dreamy days and sticky nights of summer were already calling, as if anything could happen.

The sea is in your eyes. Your face is an eternal summer. Whoever told you otherwise is a fool!

Summer Feelin'!" said Summer Feelin'. "That's right," said Uncle Jack, "and some aren't.

As I crossed the street, my sister yelled out the window, Do you want us to bring you a cone? and I thought, You're so stupid, Roberta, cones melt.

He told her the new names. No more Dippers or Tumble Bugs. Everything was the Blizzard, the Mind Bender, Top Gun, the Vortex. Sounds strange, doesn't it? Eddie said. It sounds, she said, wistfully, like someone else's summer. Eddie realized that was precisely what he had been feeling for years.

Lightning's echo comes as thunder. And the city waits for thunder's echo, for a wall of heat that burns Lahore with the energy of a thousand summers, a million partitions, a billion atomic souls split in half.

It was a summer of great rumblings in the belly of the earth, of atomic flatulence and geopolitical indigestion, consequences of the consumption of sectarian chickpeas by our famished and increasingly incontinent subcontinent.

It was a summer of great rumblings in the belly of the earth, of atomic flatulence and geopolitical indigestion, consequences of the consumption of sectarian chickpeas by our famished and increasingly incontinent subcontinent. Clenched beneath the tightened sphincters of test sites and silos, the pressure of superheated gases was registering in spasms on the Richter scale. Lahore was uneasy, and Immodium in short supply.

Dill tasted of fresh dill, a bright grassy entryway leading into a room where something faintly medicinal had recently been stored. This happy coincidence of meaning and flavor, however, didn't leave the word neutralized and without power. The word could still disrupt, dismay, or delight. In this instance, Dill was a promise ring. Inside its one syllable was a summer that would bring, along with the fireflies and the scuppernongs, a boy who would kiss me when my brother, Jem, wasn't looking.

Her name and memory, after her death, flitted from mouth to mouth like swallows in summer, and in the winter they were gone.

Spring came late, but when it came it was hand-in-hand with summer, and almost at once everything was baking and warm, and in the villages the people danced every night on concrete dancing floors under the plane trees...

Bring me the winter king, and I will make you a summer queen.

The hot stifling room had gone even more stifling, a thickness like the worst days of summer, the air hot and moist under a smothering weight of still leaves that stopped the wind from ever getting through.

Under the summer roses When the flagrant crimson Lurks in the dusk Of the wild red leaves, Love, with little hands, Comes and touches you With a thousand memories, And asks you Beautiful, unanswerable questions.

Summer Stars - 1878-1967 Bend low again, night of summer stars. So near you are, sky of summer stars, So near, a long-arm man can pick off stars, Pick off what he wants in the sky bowl, So near you are, summer stars, So near, strumming, strumming, So lazy and hum-strumming.

That afternoon the sky was scattered with black clouds galloping in from the sea and clustering over the city. Flashes of lightening echoed on the horizon and a charged warm wind smelling of dust announced a powerful summer storm. When I reached the station I noticed the first few drops, shiny and heavy, like coins falling from heaven...Night seemed to fall suddenly, interrupted only by the lightning now bursting over the city, leaving a trail of noise and fury.

I still remember the day my father took me to the Cemetery of Forgotten Books for the first time. It was the early summer of 1945, and we walked through the streets of a Barcelona trapped beneath ashen skies as dawn poured over Rambla de Santa Monica in a wreath of liquid copper.

Morat ?e pro?i još mnogo godina prije nego što Max zaboravi ljeto kad je otkrio, gotovo sasma slu?ajno, magiju.

PatrzÄ…c, jak beztrosko bawiÄ… siÄ™ w wodzie, Max ju? wiedziaÅ', przypuszczalnie jeszcze zanim oni oboje zaczÄ™li to sobie uÅ›wiadamia?, ?e nawiÄ…zuje siÄ™ miÄ™dzy nimi wi??, która niczym Å›lepe przeznaczenie zÅ'Ä…czy ich tego lata.

I STILL REMEMBER THE DAY MY FATHER TOOK ME TO THE CEMETERY OF Forgotten Books for the first time. It was the early summer of 1945, and we walked through the streets of a Barcelona

the heart of a girl is like a fireworks stand under the summer sun.

And nobody wanted to come to Bath, reminded Mother. It was going to be an awful, terrible, boring summer, she teased.

She had spent the summer forgetting to be English--and Tannhahorens had spent the summer forgetting the same thing.

Summer. That long lovely world of slow days and late nights, warm air and friendly sun.