Summer
Entdecke 39 inspirierende Zitate, Sprüche und Weisheiten zum Thema Summer.
She acts like summer and walks like rain.
There is a time in the last few days of summer when the ripeness of autumn fills the air.
Poetry is –raw feelings as sunny summer,fiery turmoil as vibrant autumn,daunting revelation as stormy winter,intrepid hope as blooming spring.
One swallow alone does not make the summer.
We know that in September, we will wander through the warm winds of summer's wreckage. We will welcome summer's ghost.
We humans are like squirrels who spend all summer gathering and hoarding nuts and when winter comes can't remember where they are.
Withstanding the cold develops vigor for the relaxing days of spring and summer. Besides, in this matter as in many others, it is evident that nature...
I shall live here in the rains,There in winter,Elsewhere in summer,' muses the fool,Not aware of the nearness of death.
We had never eaten our own chickens but we delighted in eating their eggs. No matter how hot the summer became, they always presented us with eggs, wh...
So it was a crossroads summer, when the universe seemed to stand perilously still like an egg wobbling on a precipice, a regular rite of passage summe...
Memories are strange things. Withough being something I can hold in my hand, they wield a beguiling power over me. Like a mirage in the noontime heat...
My love, do you recall the object which we saw,That fair, sweet, summer morn!At a turn in the path a foul carcassOn a gravel strewn bed,Its legs raise...
… remembered summer light, and the luminous inverted ghost of a boy with a parrot on his shoulder.
The house had been torn down. Nothing is left but the old white fence. There used to be privet bushes everywhere. 'The smell of privet is the smell of...
I love to watch Summer SkyFlashy yet calm!It feels I'm one of them...Sometime it seems they are streaming down!
...Summer softens lines that winter cruelly shows...
I think about my mother singing after lunch on a Summer afternoon, twirling in blue dress across the floor of her dressing room.
August has passed, and yet summer continues by force to grow days. They sprout secretly between the chapters of the year, covertly included between it...
Summer fell upon Paris, with everyone still intently following his own subterranean course of passion or habit and looking up like a startled creature...
Every summer there are a number of nights, not many, but a number, when everything is perfect. The light, the warmth, the smells, the mist, the birdso...