Fiction Quote by Arundhati Roy

“It was a gorgeous end-of-summer-just-starting-to-befall day. The trees swayed in the breeze. The sky was the color of cornflowers.”

— Jacqueline Davies

“The night air was soft, and laden with the redolence of impending blossoms. The sky unfolded and lit up the earth in jubilation. Welcome…

— Meeta Ahluwalia

“It was one of those summers you’re nostalgic for even before it passes. Pale, bled skies. Thunderstorms in the night. Sour-smelling dawns. It brought…

— Kevin Barry

“O light! This is the cry of all the characters of ancient drama brought face to face with their fate. This last resort was…

— Albert Camus

“...[Summer] was a thousand colors in a parched landscape...”

— Harper Lee

“I’m convinced that there is nothing ​truly good. Hell, sunshine can wilt a flower.”

— Kay Whitley

“You made the summers a little more colourful, like the stars were a bit closer.”

— Matthew J. Metzger

“The clouds was light but queerly yellow on their edges as they moved across the ageless constellations.”

— Peter Carey

“Flowers that had bloomed brilliant from spring through autumn blackened under the killing frost.”

— Nora Roberts

“in the end it is words poetry. sunsets someone’s deep blue silk voice. mountain scents. someone’s smile. eyes. that we have no defenses against.”

— Sanober Khan

“The only way we know summer is coming is by the more chilling winds, the increased dust, the tawny color of the hills, and…

— Caroline C. Leighton