1,629 Quotes About Summer

  • Author Madeleine L'Engle
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    I used to feel guilty about spending morning hours working on a book; about fleeing to the brook in the afternoon. It took several summers of being totally frazzled by September to make me realize that this was a false guilt. I'm much more use to family and friends when I'm not physically and spiritually depleted than when I spend my energies as though they were unlimited. They are not. The time at the typewriter and the time at the brook refresh me and put me into a more workable perspective.

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  • Author Matthew Lesko
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    Teachers can go on cruises with the National Oceanographic and Atmospheric Administration and anyone can spend the summer as a volunteer in a National Parks and even earn money doing it.

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  • Author Max Landis
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    You usually find me writing what I like to think of as intelligent summer action and genre films.

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  • Author Meriwether Lewis
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    We were also fortunate enough to engage in our service a Canadian Frenchmen, who had been with the Chayenne Indians on the Black mountains, and last summer descended thence by the Little Missouri.

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  • Author Peter Lynch
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    In the summer of 1990, I was buying stocks and I was probably three or four months early there. But we had a great rally in 1991.

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  • Author Philip Larkin
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    My mother, who hates thunderstorms, Holds up each summer day and shakes It out suspiciously, lest swarms Of grape-dark clouds are lurking there....

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  • Author Robert Lloyd
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    Walking on the moon is now something that people used to do, in the distant past, like macramé, decoupage and the Hustle.... There will just be the pictures, then, as we saw them in the summer of '69, ghostly and blurry, colorless and incomprehensible, an infant's glimpse of a new world.

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  • Author Robert Ludlum
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    ...Summer nights held a special kind of loneliness that gave rise to strange imaginings. One walked the beach alone and thought too much.

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  • Author Rose Wilder Lane
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    The prairies were dust. Day after day, summer after summer, the scorching winds blew the dust and the sun was brassy in a yellow sky. Crop after crop failed. Again and again the barren land must be mortgaged for taxes and food and next year's seed. The agony of hope ended when there was not harvest and no more credit, no money to pay interest and taxes; the banker took the land. Then the bank failed.

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