“At the end of the summer the sea always seems to be railing against the thought of another long, fierce New England… — Cate Tiernan Copy Share Image
And the sun went down, and the stars came out far over the summer sea, But never a moment ceased the fight… — Alfred Lord Tennyson Copy Share Image
“Lincoln was as calm and unruffled as the summer sea in moments of the gravest peril;” — Doris Kearns Goodwin Copy Share Image
And so, perhaps, the truth winds somewhere between the road to Glastonbury, Isle of the Priests, and the road to Avalon, lost… — Marion Zimmer Bradley Copy Share Image
