#summer

We were given no chance against them, but we held our own and we will be trying to do the same this summer. ↗

— Robbie Keane

#chance #given #held #our #own

I'd studied dance in Chicago every summer end taught it all winter, and I was well-rounded. I wasn't worried about getting a job on Broadway. In fact, I got one the first week. ↗

— Gene Kelly

#broadway #chicago #dance #end #every

The summer of 1943 at Exeter was as happy a time as I ever had in my life. ↗

— John Knowles

#exeter #had #happy #i #life

I was an economics major in college, and every summer after school, I would drive my car from California, from Claremont men's college at the time, to New York. And I worked on Wall Street. ↗

— Henry Kravis

#california #car #college #drive #economics

From 1971 onwards, the Memorial Day holiday was officially observed on the last Monday in May and became the unofficial start of the summer, with barbecues, blockbuster movie openings and mattress sales. ↗

— Allen West

#became #blockbuster #day #holiday #last

Larry Summers, I think, he had a long history of arrogance and relative ignorance about poor people's culture and working people's culture and so forth. ↗

— Cornel West

#arrogance #culture #forth #had #history

Numbers of snipes breed every summer in some moory ground on the verge of this parish. ↗

— Gilbert White

#every #ground #numbers #parish #some

I tutored myself in the art of solemnity, kept my euphoria private, and adopted a serious demeanour in keeping with everyone else and the general ambience of the house. I continued my solitary daily walks about the estate, carefully choreographing scenes and conversations yet to happen. I returned to those places of our clandestine moments together, replaying them in my head, languishing in his treasured words . . . and sometimes adding more. I stood under frosty sunsets, my warm breath mingling with the cold evening air as I watched the silent flight of birds across the sky. And even in those twilit autumnal days I felt a light shine down upon my path. For though he was no longer at Deyning, no longer in England, the fact that he lived and breathed had already altered my vision; and nothing, not even a war, could quell my faith in the inevitability of his presence in my life. ↗

— Judith Kinghorn

#the-last-summer #tom-cuthbert #art

That familiar conviction that life was beginning over again with the summer. ↗

— F Scott Fitzgerald

#sad #summer #life

It's summer and time for wandering... ↗

— Kellie Elmore

#memories #southern #summer #youth #life