Everything in nature is lyrical in its ideal essence, tragic in its fate, and comic in its existence. — George Santayana Copy Share Image
Time to forget about everything and time to have fun these last weeks of summer, carefree. — Anonymous Copy Share Image
The time will come when winter will ask what you were doing all summer. — Henry Clay Copy Share Image
Maine is a joy in the summer. But the soul of Maine is more apparent in the winter. — Paul Theroux Copy Share Image
Its summer 4 me ges aha bossy laddiii finnaaahhh kicc idd hard ahhaaaa its what ev'a ahaaa — Anonymous Copy Share Image
My American home is L.A., which is the ultimate city for 365 days of summer. — Curtis Stone Copy Share Image
The mortal experience . . . is not like a college course which we can passively audit. Instead, we are taking life's… — Neal A. Maxwell Copy Share Image
That's AAU ball. That's what you do: 'I want to get out there first and score.' You see it in games during… — Ben Howland Copy Share Image
“She's kept her love for him as alive as the summer they first met. In order to do this, she's turned life… — Nicole Krauss Copy Share Image
Plaque was placed on 6 May 1977 at Bellevue (a house on the slopes of the Wienerwald) where the Freud family spent their summers. — Sigmund Freud Copy Share Image
When I was a little kid, of course, I was brown all summer. That's because I was free as a bird- nothing… — Roy Blount, Jr Copy Share Image
I've learned... That simple walks with my father around the block on summer nights when I was a child did wonders for… — Andy Rooney Copy Share Image
Don't compare our love to the flowers that only bloom on summer, instead, compare it to the river that flows forever — Anonymous Copy Share Image
The summer breeze was blowing on your face Within your violet you treasure your summery words And as the shiver from my… — Van Morrison Copy Share Image
“Maybe we won't have the beauty of a perfect summer. But neither do we have to endure the callousness of an uncaring… — Jody Hedlund Copy Share Image
I thought in 1965 that my job was to convince most Americans to be against the war. So I spent summers knocking… — Bill Ayers Copy Share Image
A nursery rhyme shapes your bones and nerves, and it shapes your mind. They are powerful, nursery rhymes, and immensely old, and… — Katherine Catmull Copy Share Image
“A small meadow of dill and lemon thyme, tarragon and lemon verbena, set amidst Attar of Roses and Prince of Orange pelargoniums.… — Nigel Slater Copy Share Image
Ye youths and virgins, when your generous blood Has drunk the warmth of fifteen summers, now The loves invite; now to new… — John Armstrong Copy Share Image
“There's a time in some years, after the first frosts, when the sun gets hot again, and summer returns for a time.… — John Crowley Copy Share Image
When I was like 10 or 11, I lived in Switzerland for a bit. It was beautiful. All my cousins and stuff… — Rubi Rose Copy Share Image
Southern summers are indifferent to the trials of young love. Armed with warnings and doubts, Noah and Allie gave a remarkably convincing… — The Notebook Copy Share Image
To see the Summer Sky Is Poetry, though never in a Book it lie— True Poems flee— — Emily Dickinson Copy Share Image
Summer breeze makes me feel fine. Blowin' through the jasmine in my mind. — George Benson Copy Share Image
“Summer has always been good to me, even the bittersweet end, with the slant of yellow light.” — Paul Monette Copy Share Image
“One summer is enough. Hell, sometimes one day is all it takes to change your life.” — Amy Engel Copy Share Image
The next summer, 1794, corn grew dear, and distress began in our land. — Joanna Southcott Copy Share Image
“Taking his hand I said "Fank woo." "Hm " he laughed with his mouth closed.” — Jennifer Echols Copy Share Image
This weather, you and me, a beach and Heineken flavored kisses. Darling, be my summer fling. — Anonymous Copy Share Image
“Anyone who truly thought ladies didn’t sweat never spent the summer in Georgia.” — J.D. Horn Copy Share Image
“This is how we dreamed. Moonlight in our mouths, love on our lips and summer in our skies.” — Marie-Kristin Hofmann Copy Share Image
In the summer of 2009, I was at the Shakespeare lab at the public theater in New York. — William Mapother Copy Share Image
