Summer Quote by Peter Benson

“... the wind sprang up afresh, with a kind of bitter song, as if it said: "This is reality, whether you like it or…

— Willa Cather

“A chill December morning dawned, with rags and tatters of mist hanging on the trees like poor people’s washing.”

— Ken Follett

“The summer was ending, and soon we’d be faced with cold. And worry.”

— Kiera Cass

“They were the sort of walls that hoarded winter and emanated its chill throughout summer.”

— Peter Robinson

“The Satisfactions of the Mad Farmer...the quiet in the woods of a summer morning, the voice of a pewee passing through it like a…

— Wendell Berry

“I was so sure this was different, the kind of story they made movies and books about, but in the end it was just…

— Leah Raeder

“The heat of summer was all but a memory now as the late November chill grew teeth and bit hard.”

— Caroline Mitchell

“I was surrounded on all sides by the indifferent torpidity of summer, somewhere there were dogs barking lazily, while the machine-gun barrel of the…

— Victor Pelevin

“Summer's heat had never really arrived, nor the cold in it's turn, and everything living now seemed to yearn for sun with the anguish…

— Barbara Kingsolver

“Summer mornings, the light of the world pouring in and the silence. It was a barefoot life, the cool of the night on the…

— James Salter

“...his voice was like the cracking of ice on a winter lake, and the words were mocking”

— George R.R. Martin

“It was the very nature of summer. So many long, lazy days when blissfully, nothing changes, and then everything does, all at once.”

— Sarah Dessen