Top 55 Summer Dream Quotes
#1. Pleasures lie thickest where no pleasures seem: There's not a leaf that falls upon the ground But holds some joy of silence or of sound, Some spirits begotten of a summer dream.
Samuel Laman Blanchard
#2. Umbed by disappointment and betrayal, like a child who had been awakened suddenly from a summer dream about christmas morning.
Armistead Maupin
#3. Dream Song: As my eyes Search the prairie, I feel the summer in the spring. Whenever I pause The noise Of the village.
Frances Densmore
#4. One of the professors told me last week that he feels bad teaching with the way the economy is now. 'What's the point?' he said. 'Kids aren't getting jobs.' You never hear faculty talk that way. He did.
Daniel Amory
#5. Baseball is green and safe. It has neither the street intimidation of basketball nor the controlled Armageddon of football ... Baseball is a green dream that happens on summer nights in safe places in unsafe cities.
Luke Salisbury
#6. Under the snowdrifts the blossoms are sleeping, Dreaming their dreams of sunshine and June, Down in the hush of their quiet they're keeping Trills from the throstle's wild summer-sung tune.
Harriet Elizabeth Prescott Spofford
#7. The charm is in waiting... The fragrance of a hope... The sublimity of a dream... The eloquence of a silence... The resplendence of darkness... The heat of winter... The cold of summer... The flashback of a memory... The unliving of a moment...
Avijeet Das
#8. It's been a dream of mine to run my own summer camp. I went to one as a kid, and I put on productions, and got lots of confidence.
Idina Menzel
#9. For as long as I wanted to swim, I also wanted to do something on TV. My best friend in high school, we used to pretend like we had a TV show, and we had this dream of being the next 'Kate & Allie.' Having that kind of a shtick.
Summer Sanders
#10. Everyone wants to look great in the summer ... Don't just dream, take action!
Your journey to being a summer yummer starts today.
Steve Maraboli
#11. When summer gathers up her robes of glory, and like a dream of beauty glides away.
Sarah Helen Whitman
#12. The summer had been like a dream, some parts of it a nightmare, but overall a good dream. Magic.
Elizabeth Kirke
#13. If you write something down on paper, it becomes an actual goal. Before you write it down, it's a thought, a dream that may or may not get done.
Summer Sanders
#14. This is so funny," said Ellen, noticing the seating arrangement. "Isn't this funny? Tom, come sit next to Robin. Griffin, sit next to Laura."
I stood up and sat next to Robin while Griffin brought his chair over to Laura.
"That's better," said Ellen. "Isn't that better?
Daniel Amory
#15. There have been times I have thought some dreams should never be dreamt, but I would hate a world where that was true.
Daniel Amory
#16. It was always summer and the future called
We were ready for adventure and we wanted them all
And there was so much left to dream
And so much time to make it real
Meat Loaf
#17. Summer specializes in time, slows it down almost to dream.
Jennifer Grotz
#18. I had a dream about you last night. In this dream we were walking down the beautiful Japanese streets of Florida. Fukuoka is nice in the summer.
Rodney Jenkins
#19. Thus shall ye think of all this fleeting world: As star at dawn, a bubble in a stream A flash of lightning in a summer cloud A flickering lamp, a phantom, and a dream
Gautama Buddha
#20. I play the radio and moon about ... and dream of Utopias where its always July the 24th 1935, in the middle of summer forever.
Zelda Fitzgerald
#21. Every dandelion blown,
each 'Star light, star bright
The first star I see tonight'.
My wish is always the same.
Every fallen eyelash
and first firefly of the summer
The dream remains
Jacqueline Woodson
#22. The past was like a bad dream; the future was all happy holiday as I moved Southwards week by week, easily, lazily, lingering as long as I dared, but always heeding the call!
Kenneth Grahame
#23. I didn't dream about being a director. I didn't know I wanted to do something with film until the summer between my sophomore and junior years at Morehouse College in Atlanta, Georgia.
Spike Lee
#24. The lime trees were in bloom. But in the early morning only a faint fragrance drifted through the garden, an airy message, an aromatic echo of the dreams during the short summer night.
Isak Dinesen
#25. Basketball, hockey and track meets are action heaped upon action, climax upon climax, until the onlooker's responses become deadened. Baseball is for the leisurely afternoons of summer and for the unchanging dreams.
Roger Kahn
#26. I love you, only you; no one but you. It was you who awoke me last summer out of a life-long, stupid dream.
Kate Chopin
#27. We can't possibly have a summer love. So many people have tried that the name's become proverbial. Summer is only the unfulfilled promise of spring, a charlatan in place of the warm balmy nights I dream of in April. It's a sad season of life without growth ... It has no day.
F Scott Fitzgerald
#28. Who will you be, my Little Ones? Will you dance for the fires of your youth and run at midnight to water's edge, diving into summer's heat? Will you ride a wild mare to any thought or dream or love of your making? Will you seek the artistry of your own infatuations and explore ...
Carew Papritz
#29. I don't think I've ever referred to any girl I dated as my girlfriend. I think that would freak me out. Even the girl that I dated for two years in college I don't think I ever referred to her as my girlfriend."
"How would you introduce her?" I asked.
"I'm just going to say her name," he said.
Daniel Amory
#30. Youth, art, love, dreams, true-heartedness - why must they go out of the summer world into darkness?
Willa Cather
#31. Ballet pumps are the dream shoes because they are so comfortable. They look great both with jeans and summer dresses; and you can even wear the right pair with an evening gown.
Twiggy
#32. I always dream of some great unexpected infidelity. But I have not yet been able to escape my bigamous state."
Milan Kundera, "The Paris Review" summer 1984 no. 92
Milan Kundera
#33. That's one of the great gifts of this, the greatest of all games, baseball: it allows you, still, to lose yourself in a dream, to feel and remember a season of life when summer never seemed to die and the assault of cynicism hadn't begun to batter optimism.
Mike Barnicle
#34. You'll see the heartbreak linger in my eyes, and dream of making me forget what came before you walked into the hallway of this house. Bringing a little summer in your glance, and with your smile. While
Neil Gaiman
#35. Working on a big-budget summer blockbuster with a built-in fan base is a dream come true for any actor.
Pete Ploszek
#36. In my dream, spring came after summer, came after fall, came after winter, came after spring.
Jonathan Safran Foer
#37. A thicket of summer grass / Is all that remains / Of the dreams of ancient warriors.
Matsuo Basho
#38. Don't you think most of those kids think too much about who got an A or a B when they were in law school and what that means to an inflated G.P.A. and not enough about the world? asked Connor irrelevantly.
Daniel Amory
#39. My dream job was to work in an ice cream shop. Two weeks and five pounds later, I realized it wasn't for me. For many years, I had planned to be a corporate lawyer. As luck would have it, other than a summer internship, I didn't end up doing that either.
Safra A. Catz
#40. Plaque was placed on 6 May 1977 at Bellevue (a house on the slopes of the Wienerwald) where the Freud family spent their summers.
Sigmund Freud
#41. My dreams came true while wearing the opening look from the spring/summer 2010 Dior ready-to-wear collection. I will never forget how special I felt opening John Galliano's show, like I was living a dream.
Karlie Kloss
#42. And pomp, and feast, and revelry,
With mask, and antique pageantry,
Such sights as youthful poets dream
On summer eves by haunted stream.
John Milton
#43. Long drawn, the cool, green shadows
Steal o'er the lake's warm breast,
And the ancient silence follows
The burning sun to rest. The calm of a thousand summers,
And dreams of countless Junes,
Return when the lake-wind murmurs
Through golden August noons.
William Braithwaite
#44. The first dream I had was just to get a college education. I got through college in three years, taking extra classes in summer school.
Eli Broad
#46. I've officially turned into a loser," she whispered cynically. "I'm looking forward to going home and having cereal for dinner and walking Mitchell and studying a little and then going to sleep. I've had my 'going out and having fun' quota for the year, I guess, and it's June.
Daniel Amory
#47. You were a summer gift, one I'll always treasure. You were a dream I never wanted to wake up from. You opened my eyes to things I'll never really see. You're the best thing that will ever happen to me.
Ellen Hopkins
#48. It was a lovely afternoon - such an afternoon as only September can produce when summer has stolen back for one more day of dream and glamour.
L.M. Montgomery
#49. Such sights as youthful poets dream On summer eves by haunted stream. Then to the well-trod stage anon, If Jonson's learned sock be on, Or sweetest Shakespeare, Fancy's child, Warble his native wood-notes wild.
John Milton
#50. This is how to contemplate our conditioned existence in this fleeting world:
Like a tiny drop of dew, or a bubble floating in a stream;
Like a flash of lightning in a summer cloud,
Or a flickering lamp, an illusion, a phantom, or a dream.
So is all conditioned existence to be seen.
Gautama Buddha
#51. In the winter you may want the summer; in the summer, you may want the autumn; in the autumn, you may want the winter; but only in the spring you dream and want no other season but the spring!
Mehmet Murat Ildan
#52. Into the winter's gray delight, Into the summer's golden dream, Holy and high and impartial, Death, the mother of Life, Mingles all men for ever.
William Ernest Henley
#53. Oh my love, it's you that I dream of
Oh my love, since that day
Somewhere in my heart I'm always
Dancing with you in the summer rain
Belinda Carlisle
#55. It was a vast, luminous dream in which his whole life seemed to stretch out before him like a landscape on a summer evening after rain
George Orwell
