#summer

It's going to be a long, hot summer. The hotter it gets in Baghdad, the hotter it will get in D.C. ↗

— George Stephanopoulos

#get #gets #going #hot #hotter

In earlier times, so many people sang much more. You know as a kid you'd go to some kind of religious training and or summer camp or whatever it was and you'd learn to sing a lot of songs. ↗

— Michael Tilson Thomas

#earlier #go #kid #kind #know

The winding down of summer puts me in a heavy philosophical mood. ↗

— Robert Fulghum

#heavy #me #mood #philosophical #puts

Every summer, my grandparents would rent a house on Balboa Island. They had the house next to Bob Hope's. I've been going down there all my life, to that whole area. ↗

— Mike Love

#been #bob #down #every #going

I'd love to compete in the Summer Olympics. ↗

— Shaun White

#i #love #olympics #summer

In the morning light, I remembered how much I loved the sound of wind through the trees. I laid back and closed my eyes, and I was comforted by the sound of a million tiny leaves dancing on a summer morning. ↗

— Patrick Carman

#dancing #light #morning #remember #summer

Tanned, toned, curves in the right places and that small waist…lips, hair, eyes all packaged up like a siren. If she’s a siren, I heard her call, and I’m diving in hook, line, and sinker. - Drew Donovan ↗

— Kailin Gow

#college #donovan-brothers #drew-donovan #kailin-gow #loving-summer

There have been other girls. But they weren't her. ↗

— Jenny Han

#love #summer #love

The summer ended. Day by day, and taking its time, the summer ended. The noises in the street began to change, diminish, voices became fewer, the music sparse. Daily, blocks and blocks of children were spirited away. Grownups retreated from the streets, into the houses. Adolescents moved from the sidewalk to the stoop to the hallway to the stairs, and rooftops were abandoned. Such trees as there were allowed their leaves to fall - they fell unnoticed - seeming to promise, not without bitterness, to endure another year. At night, from a distance, the parks and playgrounds seemed inhabited by fireflies, and the night came sooner, inched in closer, fell with a greater weight. The sound of the alarm clock conquered the sound of the tambourine, the houses put on their winter faces. The houses stared down a bitter landscape, seeming, not without bitterness, to have resolved to endure another year. ↗

— James Baldwin

#seasons #summer #change

Why is summer mist romantic and autumn mist just sad? ↗

— Dodie Smith

#mist #summer #romantic