#summer

Storage is important. Whether it's cushions you only use outside in the summer, or blankets that only come out in the winter, you've always got to think of where to store them. ↗

— Anthea Turner

#blankets #come #cushions #got #important

When people went on vacation, they shed their home skins, thought they could be a new person. ↗

— Aimee Friedman

#summer #vacation #change

We’ve grown and changed, screwed up, but at the beginning of each summer, we found each other again. Or maybe we never really lost each other. ↗

— Nyrae Dawn

#nathaniel #summer-four #change

Watching the summer close is like watching a good kid die for no apparent reason. ↗

— Darnell Lamont Walker

#summer #death

Let's go," I said. "Go where?" "On Lori's date with Parker." Now he looked at me over the nerdy spectacles he wore for reading. "I wasn't aware it was a double date. And you're not my type. ↗

— Jennifer Echols

#adam-vader #boys-next-door #comedy #echols #endless-summer

Summer's lease hath all too short a date. ↗

— William Shakespeare

#summer #dating

Have I missed a national holiday? There must be celebrations in the streets for you to be home at this hour of the day." "I'm calling it Summerset Goes Mute Day. The city's gone mad with joy. ↗

— J.D. Robb

#humour #summerset #death

Summerset, don't you ever sleep?" "It's Lieutenant Dallas. She's--" Roarke dropped his briefcase, grabbed Summerset by the lapels. "Has she been hurt? Where is she?" "A nightmare. She was screaming." Summerset lost his usual composure and dragged a hand over his hair. "She won't cooperate. I was about to call your doctor. I left her in her private suite." As Roarke pushed him aside, Summerset grabbed his arm. "Roarke, you should have told me what had been done to her." Roarke merely shook his head and kept going. "I'll take care of her. ↗

— J.D. Robb

#roarke #summerset #death

Thus I die. Thus, thus, thus. Now I am dead, Now I am fled, My soul is in the sky. Tongue, lose thy light. Moon take thy flight. Now die, die, die, die. ↗

— William Shakespeare

#dreams

Captain of our fairy band, Helena is here at hand, And the youth, mistook by me, Pleading for a lover's fee. Shall we their fond pageant see? Lord, what fools these mortals be! ↗

— William Shakespeare

#puck #dreams