You choose the end of the summer to fall in love with this guy because secretly, you don’t want it to last. — Candace Bushnell Copy Share Image
Heat, ma'am! it was so dreadful here, that I found there was nothing left for it but to take off my flesh… — Sydney Smith Copy Share Image
One must maintain a little bittle of summer, even in the middle of winter. — Henry David Thoreau Copy Share Image
I raised frogs every spring in our house from tadpoles and by end of summer our house was overrun with frogs. — William Joyce Copy Share Image
It was one of the warm nights at the end of summer that makes promises that won't be kept. — Cinda Williams Chima Copy Share Image
Thanks to the catastrophic greenhouse effect, Labor Day no longer signifies the end of summer. — Anonymous Copy Share Image
I knew Mohamed Atta had something to do in this operation. I knew definitely that the White House and World Trade Centre… — Zacarias Moussaoui Copy Share Image
Rest is not idleness, and to lie sometimes on the grass on a summer day listening to the murmur of water, or… — John Lubbock Copy Share Image
I miss swimming in the ocean. I miss longboarding with my friends. I miss stalking hot boys on the beach. I miss… — Taylor Clark Copy Share Image
Dear summer, slow your shit down. I am not ready for waking up early, long classes, annoying people, and all that other… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
“Mandy tidied the weeds and pulled out some of the summer flowers. It saddened her to do so. She was parting with… — Julie Andrews Edwards Copy Share Image
I miss summer the fearless feeling. Relaxing. Stress Free. A way to get away from every person who broke you down. Summer,… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
Our fear of death is like our fear that summer will be short, but when we have had our swing of pleasure,… — Ralph Waldo Emerson Copy Share Image
Bye bye summer! You haven't even gone but I already miss you like hell. If I could, I would leave with you… — Jean-Paul Malfatti Copy Share Image
“Summer was over in twenty minutes that day. Finished. At four o'clock in the afternoon the roses were quiet on their stems,… — Elizabeth Enright Copy Share Image
I am very optimistic about -- about Iraq. I mean, this could be one of the great achievements of this administration. You're… — Joe Biden Copy Share Image
“The mullein had finished blooming, and stood up out of the pastures like dusty candelabra. The flowers of Queen Anne's lace had… — Elizabeth Enright Copy Share Image
“The summer ends and we wonder who we are And there you go, my friends, with your boxes in your car And… — Dar Williams Copy Share Image
“Suddenly, this word fills me with a sense of sadness I haven't felt since childhood. The kind of sadness you feel at… — Augusten Burroughs Copy Share Image
“Cancel magazine subscriptions. Most of the information you can get free on the web anyway. Use coupons. Always check the internet before… — Christopher Veal Copy Share Image
“At that moment, I knew we could last past the end of summer. That with Parker, I could make a long-distance relationship… — Rachel Hawthorne Copy Share Image
Frightened of my futureless life, scared by my foolish anxieties, unable to see ahead and aiming nowhere, I continued ceaselessly living my… — Tatsuhiko Takimoto Copy Share Image
“Darren’s been quiet since we stripped down to our bathing suits and waded into the water, like his mind is somewhere else.… — Kristin Rae Copy Share Image
Go to bed when summers ends, what a good idea; wake up bright and early when birds announce its spring. — Francis Norris, 1st Earl of Berkshire Copy Share Image
Ladies, it's officially the last day of summer. Tomorrow, we can stop shaving! — Anonymous Copy Share Image
“Summer has always been good to me, even the bittersweet end, with the slanted yellow light.” — Paul Monette Copy Share Image
When summer gathers up her robes of glory, and like a dream of beauty glides away. — Sarah Helen Whitman Copy Share Image
Summer afternoon...Summer afternoon... the two most beautiful words in the English language. — Henry James Copy Share Image
Farewell, my old fan. / Having scribbled on it, / What could I do but tear it / At the end of summer? — Matsuo Basho Copy Share Image
When I look back now that summer seemed to last forever and yeah if I had the choice I'd always be there.… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
