Just when we thought everything was going to be okay, we all fell apart.
It's Not Summer Without YouIf you knew how the journey was going to end, you could afford to be patient along the path.
Revolutionary Summer: The Birth of American IndependenceI laugh, because he knew what I was thinking, and very few people ever know what I'm thinking.
A Summer to DieLove is patient. Love is kind. It bears all things. Love never fails. Love is as strong as death.
The Summer KingThis time it is real — all must die, and where could mountaineer find a more glorious death!
My First Summer in the SierraI’ve never heard of a man being so eager to confess to the parent of a girl he’s just ruined
Secrets of a Summer NightJudgement is so often a thwarted, frustrated expression of envy.
Pain, Parties, Work: Sylvia Plath in New York, Summer 1953