it's a smile, it's a kiss, it's a sip of wine ... it's summertime!— Kenny Chesney
Profound End Of Summer quotations
You can't go back and change the beginning, but you can start where you are and change the ending.
The summer night is like a perfection of thought.
Love is to the heart what the summer is to the farmer's year.
It brings to harvest all the loveliest flowers of the soul.
Sometimes the smallest step in the right direction ends up being the biggest step of your life. Tip top if you must, but take the step.
While we're young and beautiful, living free and easy.
Here without a worry, dancing in our bare feet because when the summer's done we might not be so young and beautiful.
Decade after decade, artists came to paint the light of Provincetown, and comparisons were made to the lagoons of Venice and the marshes of Holland, but then the summer ended and most of the painters left, and the long dingy undergarment of the gray New England winter, gray as the spirit of my mood, came down to visit.
One must maintain a little bittle of summer, even in the middle of winter.
You have the power to say - This is not how my story will end.
In summer, the song sings itself.
It was June, and the world smelled of roses.
The sunshine was like powdered gold over the grassy hillside.
One benefit of Summer was that each day we had more light to read by.
New beginnings are often disguised as painful endings.
It will not always be summer: build barns.
Spring passes and one remembers one's innocence.
Summer passes and one remembers one's exuberance. Autumn passes and one remembers one's reverence. Winter passes and one remembers one's perseverance.
Green was the silence, wet was the light, the month of June trembled like a butterfly.
Your hardest times often lead to the greatest moments of your life. Keep going. Tough situations build strong people in the end.
I welcome the autumnal chill in the air.
There is a stimulation about it. Life moves to a different rhythm. There is a sense of change in the atmosphere and change is good inasmuch as it prevents stagnation. We should grow weary of a summer that never ended.
My old grandmother always used to say, Summer friends will melt away like summer snows, but winter friends are friends forever.
A man says a lot of things in summer he doesn't mean in winter.
You never change your life until you step out of your comfort zone; change begins at the end of your comfort zone.
August rain: the best of the summer gone, and the new fall not yet born. The odd uneven time.
Summer romances end for all kinds of reasons.
But when all is said and done, they have one thing in common: They are shooting stars-a spectacular moment of light in the heavens, a fleeting glimpse of eternity. And in a flash, they're gone.
I almost wish we were butterflies and liv'd but three summer days - three such days with you I could fill with more delight than fifty common years could ever contain.
Sometimes the smallest step in the right direction ends up beign the biggest step of your life. Tip toe if you must, but take the step.
A life without love is like a year without spring.
summer was our best season: it was sleeping on the back screeneed porch in cots, or trying to sleep in the treehouse; summer was everything good to eat;it was a thousand colors in a parched landscape.
If a June night could talk, it would probably boast it invented romance.
I remained too much inside my head and ended up losing my mind.
Not Shakespeare. In college I took a Shakespeare class because I was an English major, and they had a Summer program called Shakespeare at Winedale, which is out in the German Hill country in Texas , where you go out and live for two months and then you perform three plays at the end of that time.
A perfect summer day is when the sun is shining, the breeze is blowing and mojito in your hand.
Oh, the summer night, Has a smile of light, And she sits on a sapphire throne.
You Can, end of story !
The end-of-summer winds make people restless.
The summer sun was not meant for boys like me. Boys like me belonged to the rain.
When summer gathers up her robes of glory, and like a dream of beauty glides away.
When you reach the end of your rope, tie a knot in it and hang on.
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.
Bees do have a smell, you know, and if they don't they should, for their feet are dusted with spices from a million flowers.
I am very optimistic about - about Iraq.
I mean, this could be one of the great achievements of this administration. You're going to see 90,000 American troops come marching home by the end of the summer. You're going to see a stable government in Iraq that is actually moving toward a representative government.
At the end of the game the kind and the pawn go back in the same box.
Fantasy is silver and scarlet, indigo and azure, obsidian veined with gold and lapis lazuli. Reality is plywood and plastic, done up in mud brown and olive drab. Fantasy tastes of habaneros and honey, cinnamon and cloves, rare red meat and wines as sweet as summer. Reality is beans and tofu, and ashes at the end.
I'd be happy with this summer if it's all we ever had.
Spring passes and one remembers one's innocence.
Another secret of the universe: Sometimes pain was like a storm that came out of nowhere. The clearest summer could end in a downpour. Could end in lightning and thunder.