Quotes of: Summers Keyword

Narrator: Tom walked to her apartment, intoxicated by the promise of the evening. He believed that this time his expectations would align with reality...

(500) Days of Summer

Tom: People buy cards 'cause they can't say how they feel, or they're afraid to. We provide the service that lets them off the hook.

(500) Days of Summer

Early Summer, loveliest season, The world is being colored in. While daylight lasts on the horizon, Sudden, throaty blackbirds sing. The dusty-colored cuckoo cuckoos. "Welcome, summer" is what he says. Winter's unimaginable. The wood's a wickerwork o...

The Names Upon The Harp: Irish Myth And Legend

Parents were the only ones obligated to love you; from the rest of the world you had to earn it.

Forever in Blue: The Fourth Summer of the Sisterhood

It was like adults had their own little world that we weren't allowed to be a part of, and it didn't make sense because we were part of the world, too.

Gold in the Days of Summer: A Novella

So now, when I look back, all I see is who we used to be and who we are now. And I wonder how anybody can recognize anyone at all.

Gold in the Days of Summer: A Novella

When you feel someone else's pain and joy as powerfully as if it were your own, then you know you really loved them.

Girls In Pants: The Third Summer of the Sisterhood

Show me a girl with her feet planted firmly on the ground and I'll show you a girl who can't put her pants on. -Annik Marchand

Girls In Pants: The Third Summer of the Sisterhood

She thought she was independent and strong, but she got one small taste of love and she was hungrier than anyone. She was ravenous.

Girls In Pants: The Third Summer of the Sisterhood

I probably won't be able to look forward to summer for a long time. My chest will hurt. My tears will be overflowing. But this warmth in my hands and these summer memories will live on in my heart.

Hotarubi No Mori E

Underneath my lashes I watched him, and I thought,Come back. Be the you I love and remember

It's Not Summer Without You

i worried he'd let go, but he didn't. We held hands like this the whole rest of the way home.

It's Not Summer Without You

I've noticed that houses take on the personality of the people who live in them. I'm not sure how it happens, but they become alive in some way, as if they have their own spirit.

The Summer of Hammers and Angels

No well-bred person goes ashore on someone else's island when there's no one home. But if they put up a sign, then you do it anyway, because it's a slap in the face

The Summer Book

I say haven’t we had enough of just tossing our children in jail? Make them do community service, I say!

The Summer of Our Discontent

There are days when I think I don't believe anymore. When I think I've grown too old for miracles. And that's right when another seems to happen.

The Summer I Learned to Fly

Because if we're on the road to hell, we're going to dance the whole damn way and give them something to talk about when we're gone.

A Spear of Summer Grass

Second rule of the bush. Never get too close to anything that has offspring. What's the first rule? Food runs. If you don't want to be food, don't run.

A Spear of Summer Grass

Every novel has at least three stories. Of course, there’s story in its pages. But then there’s the story of its writing. And there’s also the story of its reaching, or not reaching, the bigger world of its readers.

The Summer Isles

Ripe for romance? Is that not only the self-conscious and sensitive young man's way of saying he was heavy with passion? Is not, perhaps, romance only the fiction by means of which the tender-minded negotiate their lust?

The Summer of Katya

Those bitter sorrows of childhood!-- when sorrow is all new and strange, when hope has not yet got wings to fly beyond the days and weeks, and the space from summer to summer seems measureless.

The Mill on the Floss