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I love summer. Because it means I can wear a bikini top and shorts, even just to go shopping.
summertime." "I remember it well.
And Summer, dear Summer, hath years of June,
With large white clouds, and cool showers at noon;
And a beauty that grows to a weight like grief,
Till a burst of tears is the heart's relief.
When summer opens, I see how fast it matures, and fear it will be short; but after the heats of July and August, I am reconciled, like one who has had his swing, to the cool of autumn.
Winter, which, being full of care, makes summer's welcome thrice more wish'd, more rare.
September tries its best to have us forget summer.
The divine harbinger of summer - warm rain.
Summer, like a kiss, trembles when it first arrives.
Summer nearly does me in every year. It's too hot and the light is unforgiving and the days go on way too long.
August. We were arguing. You want love to be like this every day don't you? 92 degrees even in the shade.
Autumn ripens in the summer's ray.
God help us both if this is summer.
The sun shines all day and all night
but it has no warmth, no light, no colour.
It is not summer, England doesn't have summer, it has continuous autumn with a fortnight's variation here and there.
Summer weather, like being in love,is a philosopher's stone which turns our ordinary days to gold. But not the whole day ... For it is never the whole day, never all our life which is transformed in any happiness, but only the exquisite moments.
I love summertime more than anything else in the world. That is the only thing that gets me through the winter, knowing that summer is going to be there.
Summer is the sweet spot of the movie-going season
and it's also peak season for Six Flags theme parks.
Summer will end soon enough, and childhood as well.
When it is summer, enjoy it, but you must also prepare for winter.
There is always that one summer that changes you.
Summer is not obligatory. We can start an infernally hard jigsaw puzzle in June with the knowledge that, if there are enough rainy days, we may just finish it by Labor Day, but if not, there's no harm, no penalty. We may have better things to do.
For me, summer hasn't really started until tomatoes reappear in local farmers' markets.
Summer was on the way; Jem and I awaited it with impatience. Summer was our best season: it was sleeping on the back screened porch in cots, or trying to sleep in the tree house; summer was everything good to eat; it was a thousand colors in a parched landscape; but most of all, summer was Dill.
Every summer has it's own story.
Every year, the bright Scandinavian summer nights fade without anyone's noticing. One evening in August you have an errand outdoors, and all of a sudden it's pitch-black. It is still summer, but the summer is no longer alive.
the darkness of the summer slowly unfurling, never to be completely gone, but fading to become no more than a part of the life that surrounds it.
In the deep shivering winter, I can feel the joy of a dancing summer in my heart.
Summer comes over the hill like a hairy blanket.
A Washington summer is a physical being: a shaggy, slobbering beast; relentless, inescapable, forever panting its heavy, humid breath into the face of each citizen and pushing its weight against the wilting populace, demanding attention-a constant, unwelcome companion.
For a long time - and this particular time with greater force than usual - summer has been a season that gives me a sense of emptiness and absence, and takes me back to the past.
It is still summer, but the summer is no longer alive. It has come to a standstill; nothing withers, and fall is not ready to begin. There are no stars yet, just darkness.
The rhythm of a New York summer is passionate and powerful, evoking a rapid calypso, with July being the musical climax.
In the middle of Winter I discovered within myself an invincible Summer.
My father laughed. "The magic of Summer," he said, "is unlike anything else. Imagine life, fertility, laughter, joy, ripening fruits and the smell of fresh bread baking in the morning. That is Summer magic."
Forever Frost (Frost Series 2)
Hold summer in your hand, pour summer in a glass, a tiny glass of course,
In the summer, we create memories of hot adventures so that those memories can warm-up the deep frozen winter.
It was a beautiful summer afternoon, at that delicious period of the year when summer has just burst forth from the growth of spring; when the summer is yet but three days old, and all the various shades of green which nature can put forth are still in their unsoiled purity of freshness.
I felt like summer had taken me over.
I looked at sky this morning and realized summer is almost gone which really made me sad because it doesn't seem as though its been here at all.
Summer dint get far. Why'd'ya think you can?' I
The summer in you
calms the winter in me.
There is no season such delight can bring, as summer, autumn, winter and the spring.
June and July?
These are the months
we call Boiling Water.
The English summer is never far away; it's just above the clouds.
Summer, as my friend Coleridge waggishly writes, has set in with its usual severity.
In the summer, the days were long, stretching into each other. Out of school, everything was on pause and yet happening at the same time, this collection of weeks when anything was possible.
Then followed that beautiful season ... Summer ...
Filled was the air with a dreamy and magical light; and the landscape
Lay as if new created in all the freshness of childhood.
When the winter comes, the summer shines infinitely in our hearts!
Summer was over. Of course you can't tell in Los Angeles.
In summer, the song sings itself.
Write about winter in the summer.
Summer brings sunshine, warm and flowering.
Summer is the season of wild birds.
i am such a sensitive summer thing.
Autumn...the year's last, loveliest smile."
Summer is a discouraging time to work - you don't feel death coming on the way it does in the fall when the boys really put pen to paper.
Summer Magic' ... two words that go well together, because summer always means a certain kind of magic to most of us. In fact, I think almost everybody looking back remembers summer times more often than the other seasons.
What good is the warmth of summer, without the cold of winter to give it sweetness.
You know you're grown up when summer is just a season.
It is summer and luminous.
No summer ever came back, and no two summers ever were alike. Times change, and people change; and if our hearts do not change as readily, so much the worse for us.
There had once been a time when I'd dreaded the end of summer, had prayed it would hold out for as long as possible. Now the thought of endless warmth and sun made me . . . bored. Restless.
Spring with its wavin' green grass and heaps of sweet-smellin' flowers on every hill and in every dale.
The harshest winter finds an invincible summer in us.
Summer is full of smoke, and endless lawns. Quietly, whether across moss or on algae, knee over the railing of the little porch, fate comes.
Winter and Summer
While it's summer people say
Winter is the better season.
Such is human reason.
Albert Camus wrote, In the midst of winter, I finally learned that there was in me an invincible summer.
July disappeared wherever used months go. Then half of August. Soon summer would be over.
There is a time in the last few days of summer when the ripeness of autumn fills the air.
One never gets the same summer twice.
Summertime is my favorite time of year in Sandpoint, reason being, Lake Pend Oreille is warm and ready for action.
every summer has its own story
the tan will fade but the memories will always stay
My timing's a little off. But I'm about to get hotter than Jamaica in the middle of August.
Summer has filled her veins with light and her heart is washed with noon.
What do I want to take home from my summer vacation? Time. The wonderful luxury of being at rest. The days when you shut down the mental machinery that keeps life on track and let life simply wander. The days when you stop planning, analyzing, thinking and just are. Summer is my period of grace.
-- Alice Cooper
What is one to say about June, the time of perfect young summer, the fulfillment of the promise of the earlier months, and with as yet no sign to remind one that its fresh young beauty will ever fade.
Even if you have nothing in your wallet, nothing can keep you from having a great summer. You can listen to crickets sing you to sleep, trace the Big Dipper, breathe in the stars, run through a sprinkler, host a cartwheel contest in the front yard.
I've always played my best golf in the summer.
August has passed, and yet summer continues by force to grow days. They sprout secretly between the chapters of the year, covertly included between its pages.
Autumn truly is what summer pretends to be: the best of all seasons. It is as glorious as summer is tedious; as subtle as summer is obvious; as refreshing as summer is wearying. Autumn seems like paradise.
Everyone wants to look great in the summer ... Don't just dream, take action!
Your journey to being a summer yummer starts today.
I am sure I have summer depression; the heat makes me instantly regret being alive.
I hate summer, to be honest. I hate dressing. I hate the heat. I hate sweaty people getting aggressively close to you when you're walking down the street.
Autumn is leaving its mellowness behind for its spiky, rotted stage. Don't remember summer even saying goodbye.
In summer, we grow younger and stay young forever.
Don't tell me
about the seasons in the East, don't talk to me
about eternal California summer.
It's enough to have
a few days naked
among three hundred kinds of rain.
Summer quiet thoughts on summer quiet noons.
Summer - summer - summer! The soundless footsteps on the grass!
I loved the different rules of summer.
Summer is for surrendering; winter is for wondering.
The whole summer was inside of us.
I leave the outdoors to you. It is too warm out there to read comfortable, and summer, like many uncomfortable things, is as welcome as a dim woman. It is tolerable to look at, but after being made to interact with it, nobody wants anything to do with it.
The summer came upon the country like a conqueror.
You know it is summer in Ireland when the rain gets warmer.
We can't possibly have a summer love. So many people have tried that the name's become proverbial. Summer is only the unfulfilled promise of spring, a charlatan in place of the warm balmy nights I dream of in April. It's a sad season of life without growth ... It has no day.
Summer's heat had never really arrived, nor the cold in it's turn, and everything living now seemed to yearn for sun with the anguish of the unloved. The world of sensible seasons had come undone.
Summer makes a silence after spring.
Spring had let go of Winter's hand and was reaching out to Summer
Spring time is nature at its best.
Now I take the summer off, relax, and I know that at the end of July we're gonna start another season.