1,629 Quotes About Summer

  • Author William Morris
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    To happy folkAll heaviest words no more of meaning bearThan far-off bells saddening the Summer air.

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  • Author Yukio Mishima
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    Again and again, the cicada's untiring cry pierced the sultry summer air like a needle at work on thick cotton cloth.

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  • Author Zacarias Moussaoui
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    I knew Mohamed Atta had something to do in this operation. I knew definitely that the White House and World Trade Centre would be hit. I knew it would happen after August. I was told it would happen at the end of the summer.

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  • Author Ajay Naidu
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    Acting school was summer camp, and I needed concentration camp. I had so many different ideas swirling between culture and how to tie things together.

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  • Author Bill Nye
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    Not wasting any water bottles is good. Not leaving the lights on is good. Turning the thermostat down in the winter, up in the summer, is good. But the best thing any of us in the developed world, especially in the United States, can be doing is talking about it.

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  • Author Byron Nelson
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    I played the British Open in 1937. It took a week to get there and a week to get home. I was the low American; finished fourth or fifth. And what it came down to was, I lost a good part of my summer, won $185, and spent $1,000 on boat fare alone.

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  • Author Jack Nicholson
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    One of my school friends' parents owned a minigolf course, and a bunch of us kids would play there all day in the summer. Two-under deuces was a good score.

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  • Author Pablo Neruda
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    Green was the silence, wet was the light, the month of June trembled like a butterfly.

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  • Author Pablo Neruda
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    The morning is full of storm in the heart of summer. The clouds travel like white handkerchiefs of goodbye, the wind, travelling, waving them in its hands. The numberless heart of the wind beating above our loving silence. Orchestral and divine, resounding among the trees like a language full of wars and songs.

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