Stormy skies, says Ernesto. He grieved for them. Summer rain. Childhood. — Marguerite Duras Copy Share Image
I'm all about high-waisted pants and skirts, pencil skirts, and sheer, long-sleeves in the summer. — Anonymous Copy Share Image
Take all the garden spills, inveterate, prodigal spender just as summer goes. — Anonymous Copy Share Image
“No spring nor summer beauty hath such grace as I have seen in one autumnal face." [ The Autumnal ]” — John Donne Copy Share Image
I want to relate with everybody. All I'll say is I'm home every summer, if we really want to play. — Quinn Cook Copy Share Image
Thats like starring in a summer blockbuster and going to hardcore porn. — Randy Orton Copy Share Image
Friendship is evanescent in every man's experience, and remembered like heat lightning in past summers. — Henry David Thoreau Copy Share Image
If you want to imagine the future, imagine a boy and his dog and his friends. And a summer that never ends. — Anonymous Copy Share Image
Seven lessons learned while the summer burned with the moist air of countless dreams and sleepless visions. — Carl A Dixon Copy Share Image
Some people forget to plant in the spring, idle away the summer hours and then expect to reap in the fall. — Anonymous Copy Share Image
I have been playing beach volleyball since I was 10. I'm very passionate about this game and every summer I have been… — Ivan Perisic Copy Share Image
I spent so many summers and New Years and fun times in New Orleans. It was always a place where I felt… — Sandra Bullock 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
I don't know how long I kept at it... I felt reasonably safe, streched out on the floor, and lay quite still.… — Sylvia Plath Copy Share Image
Departing summer hath assumed An aspect tenderly illumed, The gentlest look of spring; That calls from yonder leafy shade Unfaded, yet prepared… — William Wordsworth Copy Share Image
“Summer rain smelled like newly clipped grass, like mouths stained red with berry juice - blueberries, raspberries, blackberries. It smelled like late… — Leslye Walton Copy Share Image
“That’s the thing. I’ve never met anyone like you, Tess. You think you’re a no one? You’re so wrong. So wrong. You… — C.J. Duggan Copy Share Image
Love ascends Like the folding of seasons; Autumn breaks the ice, Winter makes it difficult to hide, Spring blossoms the feelings and… — Ritu Ghatourey Copy Share Image
Summer came. For the book thief, everything was going nicely. For me, the sky was the color of Jews. When their bodies… — Markus Zusak Copy Share Image
I think a global season, moving it a bit towards summer, can only be a good thing from a playing and commercial… — Alun Wyn Jones Copy Share Image
“Summer was over in twenty minutes that day. Finished. At four o'clock in the afternoon the roses were quiet on their stems,… — Elizabeth Enright Copy Share Image
A woman who could always love would never grow old; and the love of mother and wife would often give or preserve… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
“Beacon, beacon, lonesome on a hill— Waves run aground, pound ‘round, what a thrill! Water water everywhere crashes, Shore’s not lazy for… — Mariecor Ruediger Copy Share Image
“You are neither coffee nor tea, you are just the right amount of whatever it is I’m trying to find.” — Sade Andria Zabala 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
Scarcely a tear to shed; Hardly a word to say; The end of a Summer's day; Sweet Love is dead. — William Allingham Copy Share Image
I love the smell of freshly cut grass. It takes me back to summers in Maine. — Rachel Nichols Copy Share Image
“The things we did last summer I'll remember all winter long.” — Jule Styne Sammy Cahn Copy Share Image
Nothing aint more important than the MULA, nothing !!! well except my GIRL SUMMER!!!! LOVE YOU SUMMER — Jon Hawes Copy Share Image
In summer, I like to sit and compose on the porch, where I can see people come and go. — Krzysztof Penderecki Copy Share Image
That was the summer of 1963, when everybody called me ‘Baby,’ and it didn't occur to me to mind. — Jennifer Grey Copy Share Image
Bright was the summer of 1296. The war which had desolated Scotland was then at an end. — Jane Porter Copy Share Image
I've cut down on a lot of stuff this summer, just so I can hang out and be a normal kid for… — Ryan Sheckler Copy Share Image