Them late summers we spent, stay up talking all night, I hope that we make it we will if its right. — Anonymous Copy Share Image
A late summer garden has a tranquility found no other time of the year. — William F. Longgood Copy Share Image
At about the age of ten, during a late summer visit to Sears to buy school clothes, I became aware of the… — Steve Almond Copy Share Image
We started focusing on this in earnest late summer and early fall. I can build more power plants. In the 12 years… — Gray Davis Copy Share Image
It’s the place of the story, beginning here, in the meadow of late summer flowers, thriving before the Atlantic storms drive wet… — Gregory Maguire Copy Share Image
“It was one of those late summer days trying its best to convince everyone that winter would never seep through and ravage… — A.J. Waines Copy Share Image
“It was quiet, deeply so, but it was the kind of quiet that lived and moved and changed, filled to the brim… — Amy Zhang Copy Share Image
I can't wait for late summer nights, meeting new people, and making memories with friends I'll never forget — Anonymous Copy Share Image
“Mr. Grote shows me how he grows wild rice in the stream and collects the seeds. The rice is nutty and brown.… — Christina Baker Kline Copy Share Image
“The Czechs are downright crazy about mushrooms! In late summer and autumn, a foreigner might even get the impression that the number… — Terje B. Englund Copy Share Image
There is a spider called Amaurobius, which lives in a burrow and has its young in the late summer, and then it… — Iris Murdoch Copy Share Image
“By now he had stared at the window through a late summer so hot and wet that the air both day and… — Charles Frazier Copy Share Image
When I was a kid growing up, we had a cherry tree in the backyard, 100 years old. I climbed it, and… — Andrew Wyatt Copy Share Image
“The festival of Lughnasadh speaks of fullness and bounty of richness and sacrifice. As cornfields ripple in the late summer breeze and… — Carole Carlton Copy Share Image
“If I shut my eyes it returns: the evocation of a whole wood, a whole world of wood-darkness and flowers and birds… — H.E. Bates Copy Share Image
“She saw him pause to watch it, going still with his hand on a stem and his other holding a seed head.… — Nora Roberts Copy Share Image
At a meeting in her office in the late summer of 2002, months before the war in Iraq, prisoner abuse at Guantanamo… — Seymour Hersh Copy Share Image
“It was still late summer elsewhere, but here, high in Appalachia, fall was coming; for the last three mornings, she'd been able… — Alex Bledsoe Copy Share Image
“Blind impatience is equally evident in the fruit section. Our ancestors might have delighted in the occasional handful of berries found on… — Alain de Botton Copy Share Image
“Five minutes later, the girls stood at the open kitchen door, blinking in the brilliant overcast light. The smell of lilacs, roses,… — Heather Dixon Copy Share Image
I am too young to die, but tonight I must drown in this liquor bottle in this night and in your arms.… — Destiny Copy Share Image
“Autumn Dancer flutters among the flowers, chasing the last rays of sunlight until her haven is swallowed up by the night. Her… — Melanie Dobson Copy Share Image
And when my body shall cease, my soul will still be yours, Claire? I swear by my hope of heaven, I will… — Diana Gabaldon Copy Share Image
“I lingered a bit longer. The tug of kinship held me there, bound me to the place and to a man I… — Daniel James Brown Copy Share Image
“He showed me how each wheel was stamped with the month and year, and then he cracked the first one open to… — Ruth Reichl Copy Share Image
“Author’s Note Caroline is a marriage of fact and Laura Ingalls Wilder’s fiction. I have knowingly departed from Wilder’s version of events… — Sarah Miller Copy Share Image
“Kansas afternoons in late summer are peculiar and wondrous things. Often they are pregnant, if not over-ripe, with a pensive and latent… — P.S. Baber Copy Share Image
“Every year, Kansas watches the world die. Civilizations of wheat grow tall and green; they grow old and golden, and then men… — N.D. Wilson Copy Share Image
“Samwell Tarly looked at him for a long moment, and his round face seemed to cave in on itself. He sat down… — George R.R. Martin Copy Share Image
“When they were children at Loeanneth they'd spent the summer in and out of the water, their skin turning brown beneath the… — Kate Morton Copy Share Image
“She was theorizing on the Deep State; that enduring Turkish paranoia that the nation really was a conspiracy run by a cabal… — Ian McDonald Copy Share Image
“One day, soon after her disappearance, an attack of abominable nausea forced me to pull up on the ghost of an old… — Vladimir Nabokov Copy Share Image
This was one of those perfect New England days in late summer where the spirit of autumn takes a first stealing flight,… — Sarah Orne Jewett Copy Share Image
“Mrs. Miniver suddenly understood why she was enjoying the forties so much better than she had enjoyed the thirties: it was the… — Jan Struther Copy Share Image
Late summer is perfect for classic mysteries - think of Raymond Chandler's hot Santa Anas and Agatha Christie's Mediterranean resorts - while… — Michael Dirda Copy Share Image
“she can remember everyone admiring a rare kind of evening they spoke of as something they ought to save from oblivion to… — Marguerite Duras Copy Share Image
“That year, when the trees burned the fire of late summer into their leaves and the ground mist was a ghost of… — Shannon Hale Copy Share Image
“I’d hate you to lose it before you got your tongue, fingers, and cock inside of me.” “Tate…” Logan said, looking over… — Ella Frank Copy Share Image
“Grief broke down in phrases And extrapolated lines From me without myself Tear-stained pillow of stone I felt I was lying Beside… — Edward Hirsch Copy Share Image
