1,629 Quotes About Summer
- Author Ed Helms
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To be totally candid, it was really born out of a panic attack the summer between my sophomore and junior years, when I realized I wasn't going to graduate in four years unless I somehow managed to glue together all the courses I'd taken. That said, I'm really glad I did it, 'cause it was really fun, and I was able to just take whatever the hell I wanted.
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- Author Ellen Hopkins
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You were a summer gift, one I'll always treasure. You were a dream I never wanted to wake up from. You opened my eyes to things I'll never really see. You're the best thing that will ever happen to me.
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- Author Ernest Hemingway
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Summer is a discouraging time to work - you don't feel death coming on the way it does in the fall when the boys really put pen to paper.
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- Author Felicia Hemans
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Oh, call my brother back to me!I cannot play alone:The summer comes with flower and bee,-Where is my brother gone?
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- Author Frank Herbert
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The summer Night comes brooding down on Earth, As Love comes brooding down on human hearts, With bliss that hath no utterance save rich tears. She floats in fragrance down the smiling dark, Foldeth a kiss upon the lips of Life-- Curtaineth into rest the weary world-- And shuts us in with all our hid delights.
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- Author Gaby Hoffmann
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I got into cooking and I went and cooked in Italy. I became a doula for a while. I built stone walls one summer, and I read a lot, and I swam a lot, and I spent a lot of time thinking.
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- Author George Herbert
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Souldiers in peace are like chimneys in summer.
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- Author Heraclitus
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God is day and night, winter and summer, war and peace, surfeit and hunger.
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- Author Hermann Hesse
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Rain Soft rain, summer rain Whispers from bushes, whispers from trees. Oh, how lovely and full of blessing To dream and be satisfied. I was so long in the outer brightness, I am not used to this upheaval: Being at home in my own soul, Never to be led elsewhere. I want nothing, I long for nothing, I hum gently the sounds of childhood, And I reach home astounded In the warm beauty of dreams. Heart, how torn you are, How blessed to plow down blindly, To think nothing, to know nothing, Only to breathe, only to feel.
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