Overhead hung a summer sky furrowed with the rush of rockets; and from the east a late moon, pushing up beyond the lofty bend of the coast, sent across the bay a shaft of brightness...

The island is ours. Here, in some way, we are young forever.

It was a splendid summer morning and it seemed as if nothing could go wrong.

Rest is not idleness, and to lie sometimes on the grass under trees on a summer’s day, listening to the murmur of the water, or watching the clouds float across the sky, is by no...

Julian said the world was evil and horrible – remember? But then he proved himself that it wasn’t

A broken heart, too much cold beer, ocean waves and a willing man were never a good combination, no matter what the country songs said.

You are so special and important and elegant and smart and kind and worthwhile, and you are so much better than me and everyone else I’ve ever known in every single way, and you are...

So slip on your goggles and your reading trunks, for the sun is high. Let me leave you with one more thought. In what season of the year do we find ourselves – I’m speaking...

Summer-induced stupidity.That was the diagnosis…

To her surprise, Jilly appeared to have handed over the telephone and a momentlater Taka ended the call. No, maybe it shouldn’t surprise her. Jilly would have resisted bullying, but Taka’s calm control was very…seductive.

summer, after all, is a time when wonderful things can happen to quiet people. for those few months, you’re not required to be who everyone thinks you are, and that cut-grass smell in the air...

For me, the summer will be pure gray – mother-of-pearl gray, very pale gray. To me, this is the big statement for summer. Then we have light blue, light turquoise, lots of pink.

The stars glittered in the sky and as the number of people at the party grew there were merging conversations and laughter and bodies moving in outlines around the kegs of beer in a curtsy...

Summer was on the way; Jem and I awaited it with impatience. Summer was our best season: it was sleeping on the back screened porch in cots, or trying to sleep in the tree house;...

When the winter comes, the summer shines infinitely in our hearts!

Early Summer, loveliest season, The world is being colored in. While daylight lasts on the horizon, Sudden, throaty blackbirds sing. The dusty-colored cuckoo cuckoos.”Welcome, summer” is what he says. Winter’s unimaginable. The wood’s a wickerwork...

Stay away from her.””Okay.””Keep your hands off her.””I’ll try.”He scowled at me.”I will,” I said.

I realized someone else might tell you you’re pretty. I’d do anything to keep you away from that person.

The sidewalks were haunted by dustghosts all night as the furnace wind summoned them up,swung them about, and gentled them down in a warm spice onthe lawns. Trees, shaken by the footsteps of late-night strol-lers,...

You are neither coffee nor tea,you are just the right amount ofwhatever it is I’m trying to find.

Reasonable things would never bring you joy as much as unreasonable ones do.

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.