Summer afternoon, summer afternoon; to me those have always been the two most beautiful words in the English language. --Dame Edith Wharton
Summer afternoon, summer afternoon; to me those have always been the two most beautiful words in the English language. ââDame Edith Wharton
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Ah, summer, what power you have to make us suffer and like it. ââRussell Baker
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A perfect summer day is when the sun is shining, the breeze is blowing, the birds are singing, and the lawn mower is broken.
                                                                      ââJames Dent
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Summer is a promissory note signed in June, its long days spent and gone before you know it, and due to be repaid next January.   ââHal Borland
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Do what we can, summer will have its flies.                                                    ââRalph Waldo Emerson
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This bud of love, by summerâs ripening breath, May prove a beauteous flower when next we meet.        ââWilliam Shakespeare
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Of all the wonders of nature, a tree in summer is perhaps the most remarkable; with the possible exception of a moose singing âEmbraceable Youâ in spats.                                                          ââWoody Allen
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The bigger the summer vacation the harder the fall.
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Summer bachelors, like summer breezes, are never as cool as they pretend to be.   ââNora Ephron
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One summer night, out on a flat headland, all but surrounded by the waters of the bay, the horizons were remote and distant rims on the edge of space.                                                           ââRachel Carson
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Summer is the time when one sheds oneâs tensions with oneâs clothes, and the right kind of day is jeweled balm for the battered spirit. A few of those days and you can become drunk with the belief that allâs right with the world.                          ââAda Louise Huxtable
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I love Paris in the summer, when it sizzles.                ââCole Porter
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Basketball, hockey and track meets are action heaped upon action, climax upon climax, until the onlookerâs responses become deadened. Baseball is for the leisurely afternoons of summer and for the unchanging dreams.     ââRoger Kahn
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Rest is not idleness, and to lie sometimes on the grass under trees on a summerâs day, listening to the murmur of the water, or watching the clouds float across the sky, is by no means a waste of time. Â Â ââSir John Lubbock
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Being a child at home alone in the summer is a high-risk occupation. If you call your mother at work thirteen times an hour, she can hurt you. ââErma Bombeck
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