Quotes of: Summer-camp Keyword

For some reason I only crave fruit when I'm in a tropical place - if it's really hot in the summer or if I go to a tropical island for work. But otherwise I really don't crave it.

Carmen Electra

How about this?” she retorted, her voice deceptively flirtatious, and in that small, stolen moment in his mind, he quickly spun and grasped her by the small of her back, pulled her close into to him, and made her his. And maybe she resisted at firs...

The End of Summer: Thirteen Tales of Halloween

Camus-boy, you're always going to be the same you, just older. It's not like there's a moment when you wake up and go, ' I don't tell him, but this is the scariest fucking thing I've ever heard in my life. Being grown-up feel like a big transition. I...

Invincible Summer

It's idiotic, it's crazy. If you die and then you're just nothing, there isn't any point to anything. Why do we live at all if we die and stop being? Father wasn't ready to be stopped. No one's ready to be stopped. We don't have *time* to be ready to...

The Summer of the Great-Grandmother

No, not of course at all—it is really all hocus-pocus. The days lengthen in the winter-time, and when the longest comes, the twenty-first of June, the beginning of summer, they begin to go downhill again, toward winter. You call that ‘of course�...

The Magic Mountain

And is not all of life material- based on the material- permeated by the material? Should not one learn, gladly, to utilize the beauty of the fine material? I do not speak of the gross crudities of soporific television, of loud brash convertibles and...

Pain, Parties, Work: Sylvia Plath in New York, Summer 1953

She's a woman. Like a chameleon does, a woman quietly blends into all the parts of her life. Sometimes you can hardly tell she's there, she's so quiet going on about her business. Feed the baby. Muck the stables. Make soup from stones. Make a sheet i...

That Summer in Sicily: A Love Story

Well, I have lost you; and I lost you fairly; In my own way, and with my full consent. Say what you will, kings in a tumbrel rarely Went to their deaths more proud than this one went. Some nights of apprehension and hot weeping I will confess; but th...

Edna St. Vincent Millay

Goodbye Curly. I'll see you next summer. Keep out of trouble, now, until I come back.

Child of the Prophecy

To see the Summer Sky Is Poetry, though never in a Book it lie— True Poems flee—

The Complete Poems

I read once that sorrow looks back, worry looks around, and faith looks ahead.

Come Summer

I shall live here in the rains, There in winter, Elsewhere in summer," muses the fool, Not aware of the nearness of death.

The Dhammapada

Where did it all begin? These are simple questions, but just as the humid summer air that can be felt but not touched, the answers are elusive.

Dreams of the Sleepless

Taking his hand I said "Fank woo." "Hm " he laughed with his mouth closed.

Endless Summer

The better you tell an old story, the more you are talking about right now.

Engine Summer

...only think a moment that we are here now, and that that was then, and it has come to this, and how odd, odd, odd it is!

Engine Summer

Boys don’t gossip.” “Pah! You don’t know us as well as you think.” This was a disturbing prospect.

Endless Summer

She had come into the garden expecting summer roses and had instead been caught in a bank of twisted, thorny, frostbitten vines.

Fearscape

Life isn't just about darkness or light, rather it's about finding light within the darkness.

First Night of Summer

It was one of those years when there was no summer. There was no winter either. It was just November all year that year.

Go to the Room of the Eyes

He watched her emerald eyes darken with need until they were the color of the Highland hills warmed by the summer sun.

His Stolen Bride