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

Witty people came out in autumn; beauties in July.

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 stand in a room with all the Angelas, even the Ellies. None of...

I do love the beginning of the summer hols,’ said Julian. They always seem to stretch out ahead for ages and ages.”They go so nice and slowly at first,’ said Anne, his little sister. ‘Then...

Absolutely. No more pretending!

Summer set lip to earth’s bosom bare, and left the flushed print in a poppy there.

We started out as five people whose lives just happened to cross paths. By the end of the summer we were family

Summer is the season of wild birds.

We never really know what might me beside us or ahead, but most days we walk as if we do

“Oof!” Adam caught me all right, with the side of his head. I could tell by the feel of his skull on my foot as I kicked him. He grabbed me the best he could...

But in summer, welcoming summer, the rocks are soft-fledged with moss. The forest floor is bouncy with fresh shoots and enthusiastic blooms; the twisted angles of the branches are laced by bud and leaf.

I don’t know how long I kept at it…I felt reasonably safe, streched out on the floor, and lay quite still.It didn’t seem to be summer any more

Another secret of the universe: Sometimes pain was like a storm that came out of nowhere. The clearest summer could end in a downpour. Could end in lightning and thunder.

When you knock off work tonight, go looking for Toby, because, trust me, he will be looking for you.

You’re right, it is hot,” he says, scanning my body with his eyes.

Why is it an either or question?” the man in the striped shirt finally murmured philosophically under a sip of beer. They both stood there looking at each other in thought.

My ideal summer day was reading on the porch.

All in all, it was a never-to-be-forgotten summer — one of those summers which come seldom into any life, but leave a rich heritage of beautiful memories in their going — one of those summers...

The quarrels of lovers are like summer storms. Everything is more beautiful when they have passed.

I feel the flutteringof dragonflies—summer creaturesthat have no use for words.

In the morning light, I remembered how much I loved the sound of wind through the trees. I laid back and closed my eyes, and I was comforted by the sound of a million tiny...

Butterfly causing a tsunami with on beat of its wing.

Winter was nothing but a season of snow; spring, allergies; and summer…It was the worst. That was swimsuit season.

Era come una mano di colore data sul venticello, sui muri gialletti della borgata, sui prati, sui carretti, sugli autobus coi grappoli agli sportelli. Una mano di colore ch’era tutta l’allegria e la miseria delle...

I looked at sky this morning and realized summer is almost gone which really made me sad because it doesn’t seem as though its been here at all.

The most emotionally connected I’ve ever been to a character is Natsuki in ‘Summer Wars.’

Life is not divided into semesters. You don’t get summers off and veryfew employers are interested in helping you find yourself. Do that onyour own time.

We made love like two Inuits make love like two popsicles, and then we went back to our cold lives. That was the best summer of my night.

Gold Coast” was a neighborhood that stretched five blocks along the lake in a sliver of land just south of Lincoln Park and north of River North. The streets were like fine necklaces and strung...

Summer afternoon—summer afternoon; to me those have always been the two most beautiful words in the English language.

Summer is the time for dreaming, and then you have to stop. But some people go on dreaming all their lives, and cannot change.

August has passed, and yet summer continues by force to grow days. They sprout secretly between the chapters of the year, covertly included between its pages.

Son,” he said, “you monkeyed up.

A thin grey fog hung over the city, and the streets were very cold; for summer was in England.

The Art of Living is to be yourself. It is to be true to yourself. The Art of Living is learning to live with love, awareness and truth. Meditation is the way to learn The...

…and so many colorsI will have seen…the menacing greysand pine greensthe soft pink and purplesof springand summer blueand so many otherswithout you.

At these times, the things that troubled her seemed far away and unimportant: all that mattered was the hum of the bees and the chirp of birdsong, the way the sun gleamed on the edge...

I choose you.

How they dance in the courtyard, sweet summer sweat.Some dance to remember, some dance to forget

I’m not that good of an actor to fake something like that.

The summer stretched out the daylight as if on a rack. Each moment was drawn out until its anatomy collapsed. Time broke down. The day progressed in an endless sequence of dead moments.

Cricket to us was more than play,It was a worship in the summer sun.

Summer, like a kiss, trembles when it first arrives.

Sun-struck, stuck in mid tropic strut, it sometimes standsas if considering how to cool avian plastic,dive into the mown lagoon of lawn;how take flight on dayglow flap-doodle wings, no matterif it is ball-bald going nowhere...

Taking his hand I said “Fank woo.””Hm ” he laughed with his mouth closed.

Summer bachelors like summer breezes, are never as cool as they pretend to be.

Thinking these things made space and time around her, the way saying ‘only June’ had when she was a child hoarding summer.

I waited for the seasons of love to pass from this cold winter to the summer heat I dreamed of.

Summer in Honolulu brings the sweet smell of mangoes, guava, and passionfruit, ripe for picking; it arbors the streets with the fiery red umbrellas of poincianta trees and decorates the sidewalks with the pink and...

Tess, will you marry me?” Toby laughed.