Quotes About Summer Skies

#1. As if familiar paths traced in summer skies could lead as easily to prison as to the sleep of the innocent.

Albert Camus

#2. Blue!' she exclaimed. 'Violet blue. What are they made of?' 'Summer skies,' I said, 'and plums and figs, and the grape-blood of emperors.' 'No,

Vladimir Nabokov

#3. Bianca Nazario stands at the end of the world. The firmament above is as blue as the summer skies of her childhood, mirrored in the waters of la caldera; but where the skies she remembers were bounded by mountains, here on Sky there is no horizon, only a line of white cloud.

David Moles

#4. With six small diamonds for his eyes
He walks upon the summer skies,
Drawing from his silken blouse
The lacework of his dwelling house.

Robert P. T. Coffin

#5. And for just a fleeting moment, a tiny wisp of time that hung in the air like fireflies
in summer skies, she wondered if she was in love with him again.

Nicholas Sparks

#6. Take my hand and we'll go riding through the sunshine from above. We'll find happiness together in the summer skies of love.

Ozzy Osbourne

#7. It is a flaw In happiness to see beyond our bourn, - It forces us in summer skies to mourn, It spoils the singing of the nightingale.

John Keats

#8. Principles are laws that are established by the creator or the manufacturer by which a product functions. If you violate those laws, then you produce malfunction, which is what we call failure. If you obey those laws and align yourself with those laws, then you are guaranteed success.

Myles Munroe

#9. After winter comes the summer. After night comes the dawn. And after every storm, there comes clear, open skies.

Samuel Rutherford

#10. The skies she retained in memory were dramas of cloud and sea storm, or the electric sheen before summer thunder in the city, always belonging to the energies of sheer weather, of what was out there, air masses, water vapor, westerlies.

Don DeLillo

#11. Our proverbs want rewriting. They were made in winter, and it is summer now; spring-time for me, I think, a very dance of blossoms in blue skies.

Oscar Wilde

#12. Summer ends now; now, barbarous in beauty, the Stooks arise Around; up above, what wind-walks! what lovely behavior Of silk-sack clouds! Has wilder, willful-waiver Meal-drift molded ever and melted across skies?

Gerard Manley Hopkins

#13. I've always been active - outdoors, on the beach, playing - and so to go home and have to sit on my couch and relax ... it's frustrating. Sometimes, you just have to really shut yourself down.

Landon Donovan

#14. But the summer had been a very happy one, too
a time of glad living with summer suns and skies, a time of keen delight in wholesome things; a time of renewing and deepening of old friendships; a time in which she had learned to live more nobly, to work more patiently, to play more heartily.

L.M. Montgomery

#15. If the 19th [century] was the century of the individual (liberalism means individualism), you may consider that this is the "collective" century, and therefore the century of the state.

Benito Mussolini

#16. I have looked upon all the universe has to hold of horror, and even the skies of spring and flowers of summer must ever afterward be poison to me.

H.P. Lovecraft

#17. Adam understood, then, that Gansey and Blue's awe changed this place. Ronan and Adam may have seen this place as magical, but Gansey and Blue's wonder made it holy.

Maggie Stiefvater

#18. Every man is rich or poor according to the proportion between his desires and his enjoyments.

Samuel Johnson

#19. All green and fair the summer lies, Just budded from the bud of spring, With tender blue of wistful skies, And winds that softly sing.

Sarah Chauncey Woolsey

#20. But how could anyone who's ever seen a summer - big explosion of green and skies lit up electric with splashy sunsets, a riot of flowers and wind that smells like honey - pick the snow?

Lauren Oliver

#21. O brief, bright smile of summer! O days divine and dear The voices of winter's sorrow Already we can hear. And we know that the frosts will find us, And the smiling skies grow rude, While we look in the face of Beauty, And worship her every mood.

Celia Thaxter

#22. Our current identification system is so disjointed that the World Trade Center terrorists had a total of 63 valid driver's licenses between them.

Jack Kingston

#23. Tis the witching hour of night,
Orbed is the moon and bright,
And the stars they glisten, glisten,
Seeming with bright eyes to listen
For what they listen?

John Keats

#24. The night wears on; the fire dwindles; the wind shifts and my heart aches with nostalgia - summer camps and catching lightning bugs and August skies aflame with stars. The way the desert smells and the long, wistful sigh of wind rushing down from the mountains as the sun dips beneath the horizon.

Rick Yancey

#25. There were so many desperate people on the streets crying for help that you had to shut off your heart or the pain would be too much. After a while you don't care anymore. And that is what hell is like.

Yeonmi Park

#26. And who would dare write their own death into the script so that the rest of the characters in the tale might live? God of course.

Craig D. Lounsbrough

#27. A day out of season, stopping the monotonous count of summer days. Stopping, too, one's own summer routine, so that, looking out on the gray skies, one says not only, 'What time of year is it?' but, 'What time of life am I in? Where am I? What am I doing?

Anne Morrow Lindbergh

#28. Writing takes a combination of sophistication and innocence; it takes conscience, our belief that something is beautiful because it is right.

Anne Lamott

#29. It is practically a matter of life or death for a True Cock Worshiper to taste pre-cum.

Lordess Demonica

#30. Summer ended. Hot golden days gave way to washed-out skies and falling rain. Isabelle was so focused on the escape route that she hardly noticed the change in weather. On

Kristin Hannah

#31. Great attention gets paid to rainforests because of the diversity of life there. Diversity in the oceans is even greater.

Sylvia Earle

#32. A pragmatist is concerned with results, not reality.

J. Robert Oppenheimer

#33. For me, my awakening came when I was kidnapped.

Patty Hearst

#34. Stormy skies, says Ernesto. He grieved for them. Summer rain. Childhood.

Marguerite Duras

#35. As you lay on a summer's day
In a cool and shady place,
Don't look up into the skies;
Instead look down and squint your eyes.
Squint your eyes so very tight,
And if you wish with all your might,
You'll find the land of More-Than-Small.
In this land live buggs
that's all!

Stephen Cosgrove

#36. My room was in one of those turrets and at night I could hear the sea and the faint rustle of eelgrass in the soft wind. The weather was perfect that summer. No storms. Blue skies and just the right amount of wind every day. The sailors were in heaven.

Katherine Hall Page