“in a still, delicious room, with the summer morning sunshine” — Frances Hodgson Burnett Copy Share Image
Strong jealousy in a beautiful love is the autumn in the middle of a hot summer! — Mehmet Murat Ildan Copy Share Image
Winter is an etching, spring a watercolor, summer an oil painting and autumn a mosaic of them all. — Stanley Horowitz Copy Share Image
As summer winds down, you deserve a day of rest and relaxation. Have a happy Labor Day. — Anonymous Copy Share Image
“You know how summer goes. You yearn for it and yearn for it, but there’s always something wrong.” — Emily Fridlund Copy Share Image
I know a place where the wild thyme blows, where oxlips and the nodding violet grows. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Last dance with Mary Jane One more time to kill the pain I feel summer creepin' in and I'm Tired of this… — Tom Petty Copy Share Image
“…the garden gleams with summer jewelry. We live vy simply—but with all the essentials of life well understood & well provided for—hot… — Winston S. Churchill Copy Share Image
Of winters lifeless world each tree. Now seems a perfect part; Yet each one holds summers secret. Deep down within its heart. — Charles G Stater Copy Share Image
All wines are by their very nature full of reminiscence, the golden tears and red blood of summers that are gone. — Richard Le Gallienne Copy Share Image
Nike Air Zooms are what I usually run in. In the kitchen, I wear a beaten-up pair of Converse All-Stars in winter… — Christina Tosi Copy Share Image
“...summer was the swiftness with which Dill would reach up and kiss me when Jem was not looking, the longing we sometimes… — Harper Lee Copy Share Image
There is always in February some one day, at least, when one smells the yet distant, but surely coming, summer. — Gertrude Jekyll Copy Share Image
A breath, whence no man knows, Swaying the grating weeds, it blows; It comes, it grieves, it goes. Once it rocked the… — John Vance Cheney Copy Share Image
I took part in a theatre festival in Massachusetts two summers after I graduated from college. Then I was in Los Angeles… — Chris Pine Copy Share Image
“I have hope in who I am becoming. I have belief in every scar and disgraceful word I have ever spoken or… — Charlotte Eriksson Copy Share Image
There are stories about winter ghosts found tangled like lice in their lovers' hair. Dead people have no hair themselves, which is… — Kelly Link Copy Share Image
So I came home and I had a resume and everything, but the only job experience I had was just playing in… — Mary Chapin Carpenter Copy Share Image
In my garden, which is a big garden, I have one part that is my bird garden, and every morning, 365 days… — Barbara Mandrell Copy Share Image
Do you remember the summer we signed you up for camp? And the night before you left, you said you've changed your… — Jodi Picoult Copy Share Image
In general, I think there are some things that require time before you can talk about them. Some stuff that happened over… — Negin Farsad Copy Share Image
Since becoming a pop star, I've experimented a lot more. I've gotten more creative with what I wear. My stylist is a… — Olly Murs Copy Share Image
“We were two guys with a month of summer to kill and just enough cash to kill it.” — Ben Blatt and Eric Brewster Copy Share Image
Every Summer: 'Let's make this the best one yet!' ...End of Summer: 'Wow, this summer sucked!' — Anonymous 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 cant wait for summer! Yeah buddy...floating, camping and drinking beer on a hot summer day! Woohoo! — Anonymous Copy Share Image
“Autumn...the year's last, loveliest smile." [ Indian Summer ]” — John Howard Bryant Copy Share Image
“Monday gives me the winter chills in summer. So have a great day!” — Anthony T. Hincks Copy Share Image
go barefoot and be warm all the time not only when you go to bed and sleep — Nikki Giovanni Copy Share Image
“There we did begin, Cloisterd in the waterfall, Our summer discipline.” — Matsuo Basho Copy Share Image
Tanglewood [summer home of the Boston Symphony Orchestra] was a place where gods strode the earth. — Sarah Caldwell Copy Share Image
Youth, art, love, dreams, true-heartedness - why must they go out of the summer world into darkness? — Willa Cather Copy Share Image
That summer when she was eighteen, it seemed anything could happen, anything at all. — Michael Cunningham Copy Share Image
If it is possible to be happy in the middle of a nightmare, then Topthorn and I were happy that summer. — Michael Morpurgo Copy Share Image