#summer

I don't want this life to end," said Alexander. "The good, the bad, the everything, the very old, to ever end. ↗

— Paullina Simons

#the-summer-garden #life

At 09:22, Mitchell radioed down. “We’re in position.” Pete peered up into the canopy, but of course he couldn’t see a thing. “How’s it looking up there?” “Five by five.” He snorted at Mitchell’s cheery misuse of the phrase. “Thank you, Faith.” “Any time, Giles. Now go be a good watcher and keep us clear.” “Roger that. Out. ↗

— Rachel Haimowitz

#faith

The path that leads through Latin and alebra is not the path to material success. But it may suggest much more: that understanding things is a waste of time; that if you want to succeed in the world and have a happy family and a nice home and a BMW you should not try to understand things but just add up the numbers or press the buttons or do whatever else it is that marketers are so richly rewarded for doing. ↗

— J.M. Coetzee

#family

Summer is a period of luxurious growth. To be in harmony with the atmosphere of summer, awaken early in the morning and reach to the sun for nourishment to flourish as the gardens do. Work, play, travel, be joyful, and grow into selfless service. The bounty of the outside world enters and enlivens us. ↗

— Paul Pitchford

#harmony #joy #play #service #summer

It is easy to forget now, how effervescent and free we all felt that summer. ↗

— Anna Godbersen

#freedom #summer #freedom

Herr Altenburg, I can't; I have vertigo.' And Marek looked at him: 'All right - I'll get the chemist to fix me something. ↗

— Eva Ibbotson

#humor #marek #song-for-summer #humor

Those who forget history are doomed to repeat it in summer school ↗

— Josh Stern

#forget #history #humor #school #summer

After all, we were young. We were fourteen and fifteen, scornful of childhood, remote from the world of stern and ludicrous adults. We were bored, we were restless, we longed to be seized by any whim or passion and follow it to the farthest reaches of our natures. We wanted to live – to die – to burst into flame – to be transformed into angels or explosions. Only the mundane offended us, as if we secretly feared it was our destiny . By late afternoon our muscles ached, our eyelids grew heavy with obscure desires. And so we dreamed and did nothing, for what was there to do, played ping-pong and went to the beach, loafed in backyards, slept late into the morning – and always we craved adventures so extreme we could never imagine them. In the long dusks of summer we walked the suburban streets through scents of maple and cut grass, waiting for something to happen. ↗

— Steven Millhauser

#suburbia #summer #dreams

I could buy that she would murder me in a fit of rage, poison me out of flaming jealousy, or bomb my car out of sheer, stubborn pique. But she would never do it and feel nothing. ↗

— Jim Butcher

#jealousy

And so with the sunshine and the great bursts of leaves growing on the trees, just as things grow in fast movies, I had that familiar conviction that life was beginning over again with the summer. ↗

— F. Scott Fitzgerald

#summer #life