Quotes of: Summer-camp Keyword

The strategic center of the rebellion was not a place – not New York, Philadelphia, not the Hudson corridor – but the Continental Army itself.

Revolutionary Summer: The Birth of American Independence

A very long time ago, Grandmother had wanted to tell about all the things they did, but no one had bothered to ask. And now she had lost the urge.

The Summer Book

You know, sometimes it's nice to just have someone to blame, even if it has to be yourself, even if it doesn't make sense.

A Summer to Die

It is so good to have friends who understand how there is a time for crying and a time for laughing, and that sometimes the two are very close together.

A Summer to Die

Dying is a very solitary thing. The only thing we can do it be there when she wants us there.

A Summer to Die

I don't know what she is now. A stranger, mostly. It's as if she has become a part of a different world, one that doesn't include me anymore....

A Summer to Die

The surest way to hurt yourself is to give up on love, just because it didn’t work out the first time.

The Summer of Skinny Dipping

She smiles, and her eyes look as if they can see back into her memory, into all the things that have gone into making a person what they are.

A Summer to Die

I guess some problems were too big to fix and you just hoped they would take care of themselves.

The Summer I Died

We take creative license with the fictional narratives that become our memories. Anthologized, these are the tales that become the story of your life.

The Summer We Read Gatsby

She didn't look at me and I didn't look at her. Some questions are so direct the only way to ask them is sideways.

A Spear of Summer Grass

Only in stillness the wind Only from ice the flame. When all were Nameless, the wise will tell It was only by knowing the other That they came to know themselves.

Song of the Summer King

We are now in the mountains and they are in us, kindling enthusiasm, making every nerve quiver, filling every pore and cell of us.

My First Summer in the Sierra

Even with the benefit of steroids most modern players still couldn't hit as many home runs as Babe Ruth hit on hotdogs.

One Summer: America, 1927

Baby, God ain't gonna bless you with another woman's husband, not today, not tomorrow, not ever.

Love...Like Snow in Florida on a Hot Summer Day

A book is a collaboration between the one who reads and what is read and, at its best, that coming together is a love story like any other.

The Summer Without Men

The fictive is an emormous territory it turns out, its boundaries vague, and there is little certainty about where it begins and ends.

The Summer Without Men

In the dark, I seem to stretch. Without a body to witness, I grow and grow with my pleasure. I feel like a constellation, a concept hung on a scattering of stars.

The Summer Prince

It’s hard to throw away history. It was like you were throwing away a part of yourself.

The Summer I Turned Pretty

He smiled at me, and that smile -- he just gets in. His smile did it every time.

The Summer I Turned Pretty

I realized someone else might tell you you're pretty. I'd do anything to keep you away from that person.

The Summer of Me & You