Summer was a lady who didn’t give up her spotlight easily.

Au milieu de l’hiver, j’apprenais enfin qu’il y avait en moi un été invincible.

Summer, dropping so easily a delicious everything upon your skin and lips. Like a never-ending kiss – taunting, deep, and luscious.

I live in Canada in the summer and some time in the fall.

Why is summer mist romantic and autumn mist just sad?

No client comes to you when you’re twenty-five. It’s like when you are looking for a doctor. You don’t want the new one that just graduated. You don’t want the very old one, the one...

Winter is coming, warned the Stark words, and truly it had come to them with a vengeance. But it is high summer for House Lannister. So why am I so bloody cold?

Behold my Love which traveled by Sudden Days. I wash away my withered cold Hands to a Warm Embrace of You, My Eternal Summer!

Brooke was always my summer. She’ll always be my summer. And I had already made my choice a long time ago. Loving Brooke was what I was made to do.

you’re not going to make it.

I could taste the salt on her lips, each kiss like a summer wave breaking on an empty beach.

Summer flings always seemed amazing in movies, though that might be because the leading man did not ever call his romantic interest “dude.

i am permanentlytannedin the summer of poetry.

Again and again, the cicada’s untiring cry pierced the sultry summer air like a needle at work on thick cotton cloth.

It was a beautiful summer afternoon, at that delicious period of the year when summer has just burst forth from the growth of spring; when the summer is yet but three days old, and all...

Spring flew swiftly by, and summer came; and if the village had been beautiful at first, it was now in the full glow and luxuriance of its richness. The great trees, which had looked shrunken...

Then there were long, lazy summer afternoons when there was nothing to do but read. And dream. And watch the town go by to supper. I think that is why our great men and women...

Life is for the living and the dead, she said in a smile,And flashed me a bit of pale thigh in the summer time

And so with the sunshine and the great bursts of leaves growing on the trees, just as things grow in fast movies, I had that familiar conviction that life was beginning over again with the...

I have to put in all this time to make up for the vacation we’re going to take this summer.” I bet if I asked your kids, they’d say that they’d rather have you home...

During my stay in London I resided for a considerable time in Clapham Road in the neighbourhood of Clapham Common… One fine summer evening I was returning by the last bus ‘outside’ as usual, through...

Love is alcohol.

Adam thinks that you two are in an argument.”My body zinged into alert mode. My mind didn’t know what Mrs. Vader meant, but my body already did. Even Sean glanced over at her with a...

The summer demands and takes away too much. /But night, the reserved, the reticent, gives more than it takes

A poor old Widow in her weedsSowed her garden with wild-flower seeds;Not too shallow, and not too deep,And down came April — drip — drip — drip.Up shone May, like gold, and soonGreen as an...

Let us dance in the sun, wearing wild flowers in our hair…

I hate the summer.

You are sexy, in your own goofball way, you’re sweet and beautiful and smart and funny and, although you kiss to the point where I feel like I want to go back for seconds, you’re...

There was something horribly depressing, she felt, about watching the weather report. That life could be planned like the perfect summer picnic drained it of spontaneity.

Love is like a summer rainstorm in winter. Where I’m from that’s called romance. Where you’re from that may be called snow.

Nothing is more memorable than a smell. One scent can be unexpected, momentary and fleeting, yet conjure up a childhood summer beside a lake in the mountains.

There is something deep within us that sobs at endings. Why, God, does everything have to end? Why does all nature grow old? Why do spring and summer have to go?

I love how summer just wraps it’s arms around you like a warm blanket.

If I weren’t so screwed up, I would’ve sold my soul a long time ago for a handsome man who made me feel pretty or who could at least treat me to a Millionaire’s Martini....

Everyone tends to think of October as being an autumn month. Not so much in south Alabama, usually. There, it’s another warm, if not hot, summer month. But the Alabama summer heat will sometimes get...

I was surrounded by friends, my work was immense, and pleasures were abundant. Life, now, was unfolding before me, constantly and visibly, like the flowers of summer that drop fanlike petals on eternal soil. Overall,...

The only way I could describe what kissing him felt like was, like the last day of school, knowing that months of freedom and sunshine lay before you, the feeling that you could do anything...

If June was the beginning of a hopeful summer, and July the juice middle, August was suddenly feeling like the bitter end.

We’re the Septembers now. The real ones. We are everything to one another. We don’t need to say so; it’s just true. Sometimes it seems like we’re so close we form one single complete person...

There are two times in a person’s life when there is the possibility of pure happiness: in youth and in summer.

Autumn is leaving its mellowness behind for its spiky, rotted stage. Don’t remember summer even saying goodbye.

I think they should combine the Summer and Winter Olympics and call it the Fall Olympics. They could host it in the spring, when all the lovers will flock to see me preform live for...

I’m looking forward to going home and having cereal for dinner and walking Mitchell and studying a little and then going to sleep. I’ve had my ‘going out and having fun’ quota for the year,...

Summer was our best season: it was sleeping on the back screened porch in cots, or trying to sleep in the treehouse; summer was everything good to eat; it was a thousand colors in a...

For me, my favorite trends of summer are lots of color, wedges, rompers and bright lipstick.

Summer brings sunshine, warm and flowering.

Her dad turned to me. “You. Follow Me.””Woof,” I said.

The past was like a bad dream; the future was all happy holiday as I moved Southwards week by week, easily, lazily, lingering as long as I dared, but always heeding the call!

Bees do have a smell, you know, and if they don’t they should, for their feet are dusted with spices from a million flowers.

The spring rains woke the dormant tillers, and bright green shoots sprang from the moist earth and rose like sleepers stretching after a long nap. As spring gave way to summer, the bright green stalks...