it's a smile, it's a kiss, it's a sip of wine ... it's summertime!— Kenny Chesney
Fulfilling Great Summer quotations
The summer night is like a perfection of thought.
Walk tall as the trees, live strong as the mountains, be gentle as the spring winds, keep the warmth of the summer sun in your heart, and the great spirit will always be with you.
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.
I am sure it is a great mistake always to know enough to go in when it rains.
One may keep snug and dry by such knowledge, but one misses a world of loveliness.
One must maintain a little bittle of summer, even in the middle of winter.
In summer, the song sings itself.
That familiar conviction that life was beginning over again with the summer.
Life starts all over again when it gets crisp in the fall.
And so with the sunshine and the great bursts of leaves growing on the trees, just as things grow in fast movies, I had that familiar conviction that life was beginning over again with the summer.
Summer's lease hath all too short a date.
In our passage from the Cape of Good Hope the winds were mostly from the westward with very boisterous weather: but one great advantage that this season of the year has over the summer months is in being free from fogs.
You remember that my great vision came to me when I was only nine years old, and you have seen that I was not much good for anything until after I had performed the horse dance near the mouth of the Tongue River during my eighteenth summer.
If a June night could talk, it would probably boast it invented romance.
Oh, the summer night, Has a smile of light, And she sits on a sapphire throne.
Even if you have nothing in your wallet, nothing can keep you from having a great summer. You can listen to crickets sing you to sleep, trace the Big Dipper, breathe in the stars, run through a sprinkler, host a cartwheel contest in the front yard.
To see the Summer Sky Is Poetry, though never in a Book it lie— True Poems flee—
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.
I would not a bit mind sleeping in the cool grass in summer, and when winter came on sheltering myself by the warm close-thatched rick, or under the penthouse of a great barn, provided I had love in my heart.
I think it's important for girls at a young age to be involved in as many things as possible. Especially safe communities of people that teach them great life lessons like self-confidence and courage. And getting girls to go to camp especially in the summer where they can meet new friends, learn new things, and not just sit at home and watch TV.
I'd be happy with this summer if it's all we ever had.
I question not if thrushes sing, If roses load the air;
Beyond my heart I need not reach When all is summer there.
I wonder what it would be like to live in a world where it was always June.
Rumors are like lightning on summer tinder, producing flames that dance in flickering brilliance from person to person, sometimes flaring in great conflagrations of exaggeration before finally extinguishing themselves in the cold waters of fact.
Summer is a great time to visit art museums, which offer the refreshing rinse of swimming pools - only instead of cool water, you immerse yourself in art.
I think just having smooth skin is so great because when you get your summer tan, you don't have to do anything. It's just soft and smooth.
After a disappointing summer, Humpty Dumpty has a great fall.
From the great trees the locusts cry In quavering ecstatic duo-a boy Shouts a wild call-a mourning dove In the blue distance sobs-the wind Wanders by, heavy with odors Of corn and wheat and melon vines; The trees tremble with delirious joy as the breeze Greets them, one by one-now the oak Now the great sycamore, now the elm.
I will always remember this summer day in Paris, when I was to perform a great acrobatic move. I can still see myself stepping on the ring of a packed circus along real performers.
The great irony is that women are accused of making romantic comedies, as if it’s a bad thing, but Marc Webb makes a romantic comedy and he gets ‘Spider-Man.’ Are you kidding me? You cannot win.
Watching the animals come and go, and feeling the land swell up to meet them and then feeling it grow still at their departure, I came to think of the migrations as breath, as the land breathing. In spring a great inhalation of light and animals. The long-bated breath of summer. And an exhalation that propelled them all south in the fall.
The trees are God's great alphabet: With them He writes in shining green Across the world His thoughts serene.
The linden, in the fervors of July, Hums with a louder concert.
When the wind Sweeps the broad forest in its summer prime, As when some master-hand exulting sweeps The keys of some great organ, ye give forth The music of the woodland depths, a hymn Of gladness and of thanks.
Summer grasses — all that remains of great soldiers' imperial dreams.
I really got the best of education , and arts and music and summer camp. I had it great.