“I would give up all the summers of eternity for you. I love you. Forever and my summer days, I'll love you.” — Shana Abe Copy Share Image
If you can run six miles on a summer day, then you, my friend, are a lethal weapon in the animal kingdom. — Christopher McDougall Copy Share Image
A perfect summer day is when the sun is shining, the breeze is blowing and mojito in your hand. — Bar Refaeli Copy Share Image
Many years have passed since those summer days. Among the fields of barley. — Eva Cassidy Copy Share Image
“for I was rich, if not in money, in sunny hours and summer days, and spent them lavishly;” — Henry David Thoreau Copy Share Image
When I was a child, our summer days were spent swimming; chlorine in my hair was like perfume to me. — Patti Davis Copy Share Image
I don't know exactly what a prayer is. I do know how to pay attention. — Mary Oliver Copy Share Image
“I wondered if there was something sacred, something everlasting, about melted ice cream and summer days and good stories.” — Natalie Lloyd Copy Share Image
Early summer days are a jubilee time for birds. In the fields, around the house, in the barn, in the woods, in… — E. B. White Copy Share Image
These are the days of the endless summer, these are the days, the time is now. There is no past, there's only… — Van Morrison Copy Share Image
Violent crime is a solved problem - all they have to do is repeal the laws that keep those intelligent, capable, and… — L. Neil Smith Copy Share Image
In the summer, the days were long, stretching into each other. Out of school, everything was on pause and yet happening at… — Sarah Dessen Copy Share Image
I almost wish we were butterflies and lived but three summer days - three such days with you I could fill with… — Unkonwn Copy Share Image
“It was one of those perfect summer days which, in a world where everything was on track and on the beam, you… — Stephen King Copy Share Image
Shall I compare thee to a summer day? Thou art more lovely and more temperate... When in eternal lines to time thou… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
How ungenerously in later life we disclaim the virtuous moods of our youth, living in retrospect long, summer days of unreflecting dissipation. — Evelyn Waugh Copy Share Image
One summer day, while I was walking along the country road on the farm where I was born, a section of the… — John Burroughs Copy Share Image
“Hitler spends more time at the Wolf’s Lair than in Berlin—some eight hundred days in the last three years alone. The Führer… — Bill O'Reilly Copy Share Image
Many a forenoon have I stolen away, preferring to spend thus the most valued part of the day; for I was rich,… — Henry David Thoreau Copy Share Image
My untidy habits drive me to follow the slash-and-burn principle. Work on a virgin table until the mess becomes unbearable, then move… — Richard Dawkins Copy Share Image
“There is an uncommonly harsh beauty to the Tibetan landscape. Its nakedness makes it seem incapable of deception, but under its calm… — Tsering Wangmo Dhompa Copy Share Image
January cold and desolate; February dripping wet; March wind ranges; April changes; Birds sing in tune To flowers of May, And sunny… — Christina Rossetti Copy Share Image
A kestrel can and does hover in the dead calm of summer days, when there is not the faintest breath of wind.… — Richard Jefferies Copy Share Image
Time dissolves in summer anyway: days are long, weekends longer. Hours get all thin and watery when you are lost in the… — Nancy Gibbs Copy Share Image
Oxford, in those days, was still a city of aquatint. In her spacious and quiet streets men walked and spoke as they… — Evelyn Waugh Copy Share Image
“I have spent many an hour, when I was younger, floating over its surface as the zephyr willed, having paddled my boat… — Henry David Thoreau Copy Share Image
“Free! Body and soul free!" she kept whispering. Josephine was kneeling before the closed door with her lips to the keyhole, imploring… — Kate Chopin Copy Share Image
She had taken to wondering lately, during these swift-counted years, what had been done with all those wasted summer days; how could… — Shirley Jackson Copy Share Image
“July had come, and haying begun; the little gardens were doing finely and the long summer days were full of pleasant hours.… — Louisa May Alcott Copy Share Image
“The Blue Fly" Five summer days, five summer nights, The ignorant, loutish, giddy blue-fly Hung without motion on the cling peach Humming… — Robert Graves Copy Share Image
“Sharply the menacing wind sweeps over The bending poplars, newly bare, And the dark ribbons of the chimneys Veer downward; flicked by… — George Orwell Copy Share Image
Oh the Broom, the yellow Broom, The ancient poet sung it, And dear it is on summer days To lie at rest… — Mary Howitt Copy Share Image
Inebriate of air am I, And debauchee of dew, Reeling, through endless summer days, From inns of molten blue. — Emily Dickinson Copy Share Image
. . . I was rich, if not in money, in sunny hours and summer days. . . . — Henry David Thoreau Copy Share Image
“And though the shadow of a sigh May tremble through the story, For "happy summer days" gone by, And vanish'd summer glory--… — Lewis Carroll Copy Share Image
The fundamental truth: a baseball game is nothing but a great slow contraption for getting you to pay attention to the cadence… — Michael Chabon Copy Share Image
“The rain falls endlessly, and even on the hottest of summer days, blooming white cumulus clouds float above, their shadows reminding you… — Gayle Forman Copy Share Image
The summer days blow through fiercely. With the buried feeling that something is going to happen. Over a summer storm, Soon, the… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
I came where the river Ran over stones; My ears knew An early joy. And all the waters Of all the streams… — Theodore Roethke Copy Share Image
Oh, yesterday, that one, we all cry out. Oh, that one! How rich and possible everything was! How ripe, ready, lavish, and… — Mary Oliver Copy Share Image
