Summer Has Begun Quotes

#1. With a tear for the dark past, turn we then to the dazzling future, and, veiling our eyes, press forward. The long and weary winter of the race is ended. Its summer has begun. Humanity has burst the chrysalis. The heavens are before it.

Edward Bellamy

#2. Sorry, but there is no pleasure in finding new ways of saying the same stuff about projects which tanked.

Alex Cox

#3. The truth is that a life well lived is always lived on a rising scale of difficulty.

N.D. Wilson

#4. 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

#5. If water won't smother the blaze
Father, take my tears and bestow them on the fire
see if the fires will wither.

Zakariya Amataya

#6. Love and gratitude can part seas ... It can move mountains and it can create miracles. The power of love and gratitude will dissolve all negativity in our lives no matter what the form has taken.

Rhonda Byrne

#7. A tale begun in other days,
When summer suns were glowing -
A simple chime, that served to time
The rhythm of your rowing -
Whose echoes live in memory yet,
Though envious years would say 'forget.

Lewis Carroll

#8. The color scheme of the whole sanatorium seemed to be based on liver. Dark, glowering woodwork, burnt-brown leather chairs, walls that might once have been white but had succumbed under a spreading malady of mod or damp. A mottled brown linoleum sealed off the floor.

Sylvia Plath

#9. My soul was like a summer evening, after a heavy fall of rain, when the drops are yet glistening on the trees in the last rays of the down-going sun, and the wind of the twilight has begun to blow.

George MacDonald

#10. Any system of education ... which limits instruction to the arts and sciences and rejects the aids of religion in forming the characters of citizens, is essentially defective.

Noah Webster

#11. The summer I met Lilith Bresson, I had begun to die. Not physically, you understand. I had never been that lucky. But each day a little more of my soul disappeared.

Tabitha McGowan