Under the hot sun, refreshments in the sea shore, what would you ask for? its sometimes nice to be alone, be relax — Kent Lariosa Copy Share Image
“but I noticed she was parked on a bench near the back wall of the palace in the brutally hot sun, her… — Kiera Cass Copy Share Image
“We all know that fear is a desolate boneyard where our dreams go to desiccate in the hot sun.” — Elizabeth Gilbert Copy Share Image
“Don’t kill yourself when your scorching sun intensifies; the very hot sun is a very good recipe for a heavy rainfall.” — Ernest Agyemang Yeboah Copy Share Image
It's not palm trees and neon signs in Florida; it's strip malls, highways, hot sun beating down on you. — Patty Jenkins Copy Share Image
“I have a feeling this is more dangerous than hoeing potatoes in the hot sun.” — Cheryl Landmark Copy Share Image
“I am the gatekeeper of my own destiny and I will have my glory days in the hot sun” — Nacho LIbre Copy Share Image
I was working on this bedroom, and from where I was, in the beating hot sun, I could see Madonna's castle on… — James Tupper Copy Share Image
“She rolled over and stretched, blinking up at the blue sky. The tips of the long grasses swished gently in the breeze.… — Elizabeth George Speare Copy Share Image
The poetry of earth is never dead When all the birds are faint with the hot sun, And hide I cooling trees,… — John Keats Copy Share Image
Do you really believe that in the late 1800s Paddy Hannan would have walked 600 miles in the hot sun from Perth… — Clive Palmer Copy Share Image
“A woman, big with child, sat patiently at the curb in a stiff wooden chair. She sat in the hot sunshine watching… — Betty Smith Copy Share Image
“By day the hot sun fermented us; and we were dizzied by the beating wind. At night we were stained by dew,… — T.E. Lawrence Copy Share Image
“Who died in the shop and how does it already smell like something has been decaying in the hot sun?" "Oh, you… — Nichole Chase Copy Share Image
“In here was a smell of rotting book-bindings, dirty vinyl cushions that had been half-cooked in the hot suns of summers past,… — Stephen King Copy Share Image
Remember the high board at the swimming pool? After days of looking up at it you finally climbed the wet steps to… — Richard Bach Copy Share Image
I hover over the expensive Scotch and then the Armagnac, but finally settle on a glass of rich red claret. I put… — Nick Harkaway Copy Share Image
Ideally we're going to stay at an American hotel. We just want to take every precaution. Because if you get sick out… — Kerri Walsh Copy Share Image
“As it did go. They never talked about the sex, let it happen, at first only in the tent at night, then… — Annie Proulx Copy Share Image
“He never stooped to trying to sell us on stupidities about "electability" and "realism," or the pitfalls of "purity." Instead, he stared… — Hunter S. Thompson Copy Share Image
“Ugh. That smell. It always conjures up hated memories of the stupid jar of pennies my father had kept on the window… — Mark Tufo Copy Share Image
“Trees endure the hot sun and rainstorms by sending their roots down deeper. The adversity they face is eventually the source of… — John Bevere Copy Share Image
My once-keen analytical mind has become so dulled by endless hours of baking in the hot sun, thrashing about in tight chimneys,… — Warren G. Harding Copy Share Image
“He then proceeded to expound the concept that had become a fixation with him: “Thee must acknowledge that Jesus Christ was himself… — James A. Michener Copy Share Image
“Trees are like people and give the answers to the way of Man. They grow from the top down. Children, like treetops,… — Ralph Helfer Copy Share Image
“My mind is like the valley—this vast barren waste. Car lots. Malls. Tract homes. I know there are other worlds beyond it—of… — Francesca Lia Block Copy Share Image
“Lord, if I thought you were listening, I'd pray for this above all: that any church set up in your name should… — Philip Pullman Copy Share Image
“There were never strawberries like the ones we had that sultry afternoon sitting on the step of the open french window facing… — Edwin Morgan Copy Share Image
“We would come at length to the Mall, among whose treetops I could distinguish the steeple of Saint-Hilaire. And I should have… — Marcel Proust Copy Share Image
“If there is something, though, if there is...well, I believe in the things I love...the feel of a good horse under me,… — Louis L'Amour Copy Share Image
“And Harry saw very clearly as he sat there under the hot sun how people who cared about him had stood in… — J.K. Rowling Copy Share Image
“That day in Chartres they had passed through town and watched women kneeling at the edge of the water, pounding clothes against… — James Baldwin Copy Share Image
“Daniel could feel ir,like a layer of skin was lifting off his bones. His past self's body was slowly cleaving from his… — Lauren Kate Copy Share Image
“I knelt and started to pray and prayed for everybody I thought of, Brett and Mike and Bill and Robert Cohn and… — Ernest Hemingway Copy Share Image
“You will not be remembered if you die now. You will be buried and mourned by a few, and what more can… — Nick McDonell Copy Share Image
“When I close my eyes to see, to hear, to smell, to touch a country I have known, I feel my body… — Nikos Kazantzakis Copy Share Image
“And Harry remembered his first nightmarish trip into the forest, the first time he had ever encountered the thing that was then… — J.K. Rowling Copy Share Image
“They dream of the happiness of stretching out one's legs and of the relief one feels after going to the toilet. In… — Aleksandr Solzhenitsyn Copy Share Image
“White Mike was a thinker, his teachers said. This is what he was thinking as he watched his mother's coffin being lowered… — Nick McDonell Copy Share Image
