Best 1928 quotes in «summer quotes» category

I'm not stalking her," I insisted. "I'm making sure she's safe. Besides, how could you stalk Lori McGillicuddy? She'd see you and come out to your truck and say, "Hi, I'm Lori. Are you my stalker? It's so neat to meet you! While you're stuck here watching my every move, can I bring you anything? Sweet tea?

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

I’m telling you that my happiness isn’t up to you.", Loving Summer by Kailin Gow

Incredible. Drew, you really are a girl’s worst nightmare. I mean, you look great. You have this amazing body and your eyes are such a dreamy blue, but you behave like a total jerk.” “I think I liked it better when you were saying how great my eyes are,” , Loving Summer by Kailin Gow

In death, I love you still. So, forward! Aspire! Achieve! I remain, Daniel Blessing

I need to explain all this to Adam in private. I can't get McGillicuddy to explain it to him. Something will be lost in translation." "Well, excuse me that I can't look at him all googly-eyed," my brother said. "And he's liable to punch you," I said.

I never cared much for machinery. I could not see into their complications or feel interested in them. . . In sweet June weather I would lean far out of the window, and try not to hear the unceasing clash of sound inside.

In her mind's eye, they seemed to glimmer until the connections had so many ties that the world appeared to be brighter. It was a golden light in her mind.

Instead of worrying what others think of you, concentrate on what you care about instead.", Loving Summer by Kailin Gow

In summer, a soothing warm breeze on a beach is the most soothing music for the soul.

In summer, we grow younger and stay young forever.

In summer, every thought seems superfluous.

In the summer heat the reapers say, “We have seen her dancing with the autumn leaves, and we saw a drift of snow in her hair.

In this story I am the poet You're the poetry.

In this summer heat, I must remember that the realest things are the closest and farthest away, like the warmth found in winter: the heat hidden in the folds of one's coat, a lost floating breath, a kiss across the distance of zero degrees.

In the summer, we write life’s summary with the slow waves of love flowing over the sandy beach. The slow breeze and the warm sun write our memories.

I sat down at the table, took a deep breath, smiled at Detective Masterson, and nodded at Deputy Slalom. It was going to be a great summer. Normal.

I propose a toast to mirth; be merry! Let us complete our course of law by folly and eating! Indigestion and the digest. let Justinian be the male, and Feasting, the female! Joy the depths! Live, O creation! The world is a great diamond. I am happy. The birds are astonishing. What a festival everywhere! The nightingale is a gratuitous Elleviou. Summer, I salute thee!

I realized June had never been just a month music... never just a tremble on my lips warmth was never merely a blanket.

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

It always amazed her to see the treasures low tide turned up.

It begins to rain. The first harsh, sparse, swift drops rush through the leaves and across the ground in a long sigh, as though of relief from intolerable suspense. They are big as buckshot, warm as though fired from a gun; they sweep across the lantern in a vicious hissing. Pa lifts his face, slackmouthed, the wet black rim of snuff plastered close along the base of his gums; from behind his slack-faced astonishment he 'muses as though from beyond time, upon the ultimate outrage. Cash looks once at the sky, then at the lantern. The saw has not faltered, the running gleam of its pistoning edge unbroken. "Get something to cover the lantern," he says.

It must be nice, being that close to someone.”, Loving Summer by Kailin Gow

I think it's time you got a summer love of your own until lover boy sees he need to ditch Gina.

I thought about all the places I could spend that break, and frankly, the only one I cared about was here, in your arms. I’m crazy about you, you know." Loving Summer by Kailin Gow

It is hard to know how to save the world if one has never lived in it.

It is one of the oddest and sometimes one of the most charming characteristics of English weather that at times one season borrows complete days from another, spring from summer, winter from spring. And it may be that these milky days of winter, which seem borrowed from April, are automatically filled with the sadness of things out of their time.

It is not summer, England doesn't have summer, it has continuous autumn with a fortnight's variation here and there.

It is so hot, my butt crack is like an oasis!

I took a breath and let it go and suddenly the air was crisper and my lungs lighter and suddenly there was him saying my name in different ways and I catch myself throwing glances in the mirror, seeing someone I don’t know quite yet but I can’t wait to, and that is the start of everything.

It’s a woman’s prerogative to take her time about getting ready for a date,” Loving Summer by Kailin Gow

It’s like he can’t bear for me to be unhappy. Or maybe it’s just that he doesn’t want to be unhappy.", Loving Summer by Kailin Gow

It’s just that with Drew there with me, I have someone to keep me going and to push me on, so that I run harder than I would have alone.", Loving Summer by Kailin Gow

It was a vast, luminous dream in which his whole life seemed to stretch out before him like a landscape on a summer evening after rain

It used to be that I’d spend practically every day with Rachel, because Aunt Sookie babysat her and the others, or Rachel’s mother would look after me while Aunt Sookie was busy with her acting academy.", Loving Summer by Kailin Gow

It was a quiet morning, the town covered over with darkness and at ease in bed. Summer gathered in the weather, the wind had the proper touch, the breathing of the world was long and warm and slow. You had only to rise, lean from your window, and know that this indeed was the first real time of freedom and living, this was the first morning of summer.

It's summer and time for wandering...

It’s the kind of kitchen people don’t just cook in, they live in it. Just stepping into it reminds me of where I am, and I’m at home instantly.", Loving Summer by Kailin Gow

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 the various shades of green which nature can put forth are still in their unsoiled purity of freshness.

It was early summer. And everything, as it always does, began to heave and change.

It was late September in the Ohio River Valley, the dying days of summer when soaring temperatures fought autumn’s grasp. Here the sweat and sunshine lingered, a mocking presence as school began. Sullen waves of heat thickened under the claustrophobic press of low-lying clouds, while humidity amplified the temperatures into a fever dream of shimmering sidewalks and sunburnt noses.

It was one of those sweltering summer days in which the air itself seems to decline as a haze suffocates the outside world. It is painfully bright whether you are looking up at that ball of burning hydrogen or down at its vivid reflection on sheer pavement.

It wasn't school that I dreaded at all. School was not half bad. In many ways, this year had been downright fun. No, what I hated most about school was the fact that I had to come here all by myself. Simon and Peter went to their classes and did their own things, and I had to do my own thing. The thing I loved about summer was that I shared it with my brothers. Sure, my brothers and I often fought, but the best times in my life came when I was with them. School was a time when I had to go and do something without a brother at my side.

It was summer and moonlight and we had lemonade to drink, and we held the cold glasses in our hands, and Dad read the stereo-newspapers inserted into the special hat you put on your head and which turned the microscopic page in front of the magnifying lens if you blinked three times in succession.

It was the kind of summer evening that made Ursula want to be alone. 'Oh,' Izzie said, 'You're at an age when a girl is simply consumed by the sublime.' Ursula wasn't sure what she meant ('No one is ever sure what she means,' Sylvie said) but she thought she understood a little. There was a strangeness in the shimmering air, a sense of imminence that made Ursula's chest feel full, as if her heart was growing. It was a kind of high holiness - she could think of no other way of describing it. Perhaps it was the future, she thought, coming nearer all the time.

It was the twenty-first of June and Bitsy announced a Summer Solstice party.

i’ve been holding you in heavy sighs and i don’t know if it is a good thing. but there is so much more to this weight that keeps me together. keeps me warm like summer strolling in late but at last.

I've lived to see my longings die" I've lived to se my longings die: My dreams and I have grown apart; Now only sorrow haunts my eye, The wages of a bitter heart. Beneath the storms of hostile fate, My flowery wreath has faded fast; I live alone and sadly wait To see when death will come at last. Just so, when the winds in winter moan And snow descends in frigid flakes, Upon a naked branch, alone, The final leaf of summer shakes!

I’ve gotten plenty of things. Plenty of girls. But never her. ", Drew Donovan in Loving Summer by Kailin Gow

Love is alcohol.