A life without love is like a year without summer.
It was a beautiful summer afternoon, at that delicious period of the year when summer has just burst forth from the growth of spring; when the summer is yet but three days old, and all the various shades of green which nature can put forth are still ...
In case you haven't heard, my girlfriends and I have declared the summer of 2012 as the best summer ever. The best way to document said 'best summer ever' is with a good ol' disposable camera. Smile, click, move on! Nobody gets pic approval, and ther...
There have been other girls. But they weren't her.
It was a lot more fun to get famous than to be famous.
Correlation is not cause, it is just a 'music of chance'.
Gods are what people worship. Men are what die.
sometimes you need to make a mess.
I actually don't think Ireland has a summer. I never experienced a summer there. It was just so wet.
Tom: People don't realize this, but loneliness is underrated.
You cannot build a house for last year's summer.
Winter will ask you what you did during the summer.
You have summer and you have winter -- why, then, be in a hurry?
How often had that hydrant even been opened? Did you jet water through a car window, what, twice at best? Summer burned just a few afternoons long, in the end. As for flying, Dose never even glanced at the sky. Flying was a summer within a summer, a ...
All in all, it was a never-to-be-forgotten summer — one of those summers which come seldom into any life, but leave a rich heritage of beautiful memories in their going — one of those summers which, in a fortunate combination of delightful weathe...
I have cried over myself a hundred times this summer, she thought, I have wept over my big feet and my skinny legs and my nose, I have even cried over my stupid shoes, and now when I have true sadness there are no tears left.
Summer I was 13, my grandfather and my father taught me how to play golf. I took lessons that summer, and I played every day that summer. I probably would've kept playing, except I realized that girls don't watch golf; they watch tennis. So I let my ...
It's hard to give up the being together with someone.
Fiction is the poor persons travel agent.
my favorite urban flower, the baseball box score
Her words were like tinfoil; they shone and they covered things up.
