Summer Quotes
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Summer - summer - summer! The soundless footsteps on the grass!
John Galsworthy -
The point they (Lissitzky, Rodchenko, Tatlin, Gabo, the neo-Plasticists, and so on) all had in common was to be inside and outside at the same time. For me, to be inside and outside is to be in an unheated studio with broken windows in the winter, or taking a nap on somebody's porch in the summer.
Willem de Kooning
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The autumn hill gathers the remaining light, A flying bird chases after its companion. The green color is bright And brings me into the moment, like a sunset mist that has no fixed place.
Wang Wei -
A silence reigns upon the air, Upon the pansies by the shore, Upon the violets, pale and fair, Upon the willow, bending o'er; The reeds and lilies silent grow, The dark green waters silent sleep, Save when the summer breezes blow, Or silvery minnows leap.
George Arnold -
Summer coming like a car from down the highway.
Sherman Alexie -
What was done with the seed saved from the India Hemp last summer? It ought, all of it, to have been sewn again; that not only a stock of seed sufficient for my own purposes might have been raised, but to have disseminated the seed to others; as it is more valuable than the common Hemp.
George Washington -
One doesn't love any of the things of Summer as much as one does the things of Spring.
Anne Douglas Sedgwick -
In wintertime I like to wear flannel button down pyjamas, and in summer I prefer to wear, well... nothing.
Phoebe Tonkin
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In summer winter rain or sun, it's good to be on horseback.
Mike Oldfield -
You know you're grown up when summer is just a season.
Michael Greger -
As a writer, the ideal job is the one that allows you time and mental space away from it. Teaching seemed to me like the obvious choice - those summers off, you know - but my experience may serve as a cautionary tale.
Debra Dean -
It's possible to have more than one interest. I've been a painter and did summer stock.
Arne Glimcher -
In the summer of '84, you just couldn't escape the Born in the USA record.
Henry Rollins Black Flag -
Whether the type of old sea captain that I have portrayed in my stories is gone forever, is a question. Certainly each summer I find that the ranks have perceptibly thinned. The longshore captain is still there, many of the men who are not any older than myself, but their viewpoint is not that of a man who sailed his square rigged ship out one morning with China as his destination.
Joseph C.Lincoln
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So in the sense that we were all dealing with that freer approach, yes, it was certainly one of the first contacts, perhaps the first contact, when Peter came that summer. So it's a very pivotal moment that is documented there.
Evan Parker -
For summer there, bear in mind, is a loitering gossip, that only begins to talk of leaving when September rises to go.
George Washington Cable -
Spring is the fresh green of young corn and the pink blush of blossoms. Autumn contrasts the yellowed foilage with violet hues. Winter is the white of snow against its black forms ... Summer is the contrast of blues and the golden bronze of the corn.
Vincent Van Gogh -
Departing summer hath assumed An aspect tenderly illumed, The gentlest look of spring; That calls from yonder leafy shade Unfaded, yet prepared to fade, A timely carolling.
William Wordsworth -
I did a theater program the summer of my junior year, and that's when I really fell in love with the craft of acting. It became more about the craft and less about being a working actor.
Lucas Hedges -
The Future, like a fruitfuller Summer, sits Ripening her Eden silently.
Gerald Massey
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Don't go to summer camp. Bury your parents in the backyard and have the place to yourself.
Henry Rollins Black Flag -
You might not remember what you had for dinner last night, but you remember everything about one particular summer of your youth. It's like that.
Sigrid Nunez -
I loved the different rules of summer.
Benjamin Alire Saenz -
It was a heavenly summer, the summer in which France fell and the British Expeditionary Force was evacuated from Dunkirk. Leaves were never such an intense and iridescent green; sunlight glinted on flower-studded meadows as the Germans encircled the Maginot Line and overran not only France but Belgium and Holland. Birdsong filled the air in the lull between bursts of gunfire and accompanied the fleeing refugees who blocked the roads. It was as though the weather was preparing a glorious requiem for the death of Europe.
Eva Ibbotson