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What is more gentle than a wind is summer?

What is life, when wanting love?_x000D__x000D_Night without a morning;_x000D__x000D_Love's the cloudless summer sun,_x000D__x000D_Nature gay adorning.

Love is not a feeling to pass away_x000D__x000D_Like the balmy breath of a Summer's day......._x000D__x000D_Love is not a passion of earthly mould_x000D__x000D_As a thirst for honour, or fame, or gold

Catch, then, oh! catch the transient hour,_x000D__x000D_Improve each moment as it flies;_x000D__x000D_Life's a short summer-man a flower;_x000D__x000D_He dies-alas! how soon he dies!

Summer blockbusters are very expensive to make. They have things that have to be expensive, such as 600 effects shots or CG characters that have to go a certain way, or a film design that is different but expensive.

Be intent upon the perfection of the present day.

Tears of joy are like the summer rain drops pierced by sunbeams.

A single sunbeam is enough to drive away many shadows.

Many people seem to think it foolish, even superstitious, to believe that the world could still change for the better. And it is true that in winter it is sometimes so bitingly cold that one is tempted to say, 'What do I care if there is a summer; its warmth is no help to me now.' Yes, evil often seems to surpass good. But then, in spite of us, and without our permission, there comes at last an end to the bitter frosts. One morning the wind turns, and there is a thaw. And so I must still have hope.

Do you have a kinder, more adaptable friend in the food world than soup? Who soothes you when you are ill? Who refuses to leave you when you are impoverished and stretches its resources to give a hearty sustenance and cheer? Who warms you_x000D__x000D_in the winter and cools you in the summer? Yet who also is capable of doing honor_x000D__x000D_to your richest table and impressing your most demanding guests? Soup does its_x000D__x000D_loyal best, no matter what undignified conditions are imposed upon it. You don't_x000D__x000D_catch steak hanging around when you're poor and sick, do you?

You cannot speak of ocean to a well-frog, the creature of a narrower sphere. You cannot speak of ice to a summer insect, the creature of a season.

Don't you know that day dawns after night, showers displace drought, and spring and summer follow winter? Then, have hope! Hope forever, for God will not fail you!

There shall be an eternal summer in the grateful heart.

A good traveler has no fixed plans, and is not intent on arriving.

It is human life. We are blown upon the world; we float buoyantly upon the summer air a little while, complacently showing off our grace of form and our dainty iridescent colors; then we vanish with a little puff, leaving nothing behind but a memory - and sometimes not even that. I suppose that at those solemn times when we wake in the deeps of the night and reflect, there is not one of us who is not willing to confess that he is really only a soap-bubble, and as little worth the making.

It is better to be a young June-bug than an old bird of paradise.

The time will come when every change shall cease,_x000D__x000D_This quick revolving wheel shall rest in peace:_x000D__x000D_No summer then shall glow, not winter freeze;_x000D__x000D_Nothing shall be to come, and nothing past,_x000D__x000D_But an eternal now shall ever last.

Human good turns out to be activity of soul exhibiting excellence, and if there is more than one sort of excellence, in accordance with the best and most complete.Foroneswallowdoesnot makea summer, nor does one day; and so too one day, or a short time, does not make a man blessed and happy.

I hear the birds on the summer breeze, I drive fast I am alone in the night Been trying hard not to get into trouble, but I I've got a war in my mind So, I just ride

When Ronan thought of Gansey, he thought of moving into Monmouth Manufacturing, of nights spent in companionable insomnia, of a summer searching for a king, of Gansey asking the Gray Man for his life. Brothers.

The poor lady must have dropped that", she said, and undid the gate stepping out to get it. Jared put his hand on it, "No". Mrs Jeffries stared down at him. "What do you mean...no?" Jared and Mrs.Jeffries stared back at each other,neither breaking eye contact in a perfect deadlock. Then Jared smiled at her. "I mean", he said with conviction, "it's mine." "It's what?" Jared stood up, pocketing the lipstick. "I know", he responded. "Everyone tells me i'm more of a summer". Mrs.Jeffries continued to stare. Jared continued to speak. "I'm going to go now. Me... and my lipstick.