Sunday Summer Quotes

#1. Here's what I've learned about eating healthy when you're busy: It's all about preparation. Make your snacks on Sunday, and you will be good to go until Thursday or so.

Summer Sanders

#2. Habit is as fatal to a sense of wrongdoing as to active enjoyment.

Aldous Huxley

#3. Nothing is ever perfect. There is always some good in the bad and some bad in the good. What is important is to know if the good can make up for the bad. Fight only for those things that matter. Because otherwise after a point the battle will seem pointless.

Mansi Soni

#4. I hate that people think it's wrong to say you're inspired by Jaws or by Raiders Of The Lost Ark. You're allowed to be.

Steven Spielberg

#5. You can be part of my dream ... you can be a big part or small part of it. But you cannot be my dream. and I cannot be your dream. You wannt to be the dream, find your own and I will be happy to be part of it. This is how grown ups think

Sameh Elsayed

#6. How weird was it that so many bits and pieces, all diverse, could make something whole. Something with potential. 'Perfect.

Sarah Dessen

#7. We drove over to Fifth Avenue, so warm and soft, almost pastoral, on the summer Sunday afternoon that I wouldn't have been surprised to see a great flock of white sheep turn the corner.

F Scott Fitzgerald

#8. It's better to swallow pride than blood.

David Bischoff

#9. Most people who spend their lives are dreaming of having a summer house somewhere in the suburb of their city where they could lie in the hot sun all day long, drinking coffee and juice. They think they are enjoying life, but really they are spending life.

Sunday Adelaja

#10. I started playing golf at about four years old.

Guan Tianlang

#11. I think summer has become a venue for TV like it hasn't been in years past, especially on Sunday nights. I know that when I'm winding down at the end of the weekend, just a really great TV show or movie is exactly what the doctor ordered.

Anna Wood

#12. The scent of new-mown grass wafted on the warm breeze, mingled with the smoke of leaves burning on a distant bonfire. The scents and sounds of an English summer Sunday, unchanged for centuries, Ben thought. Polite

Rhys Bowen