Jenny Han Quotes

Winter, which, being full of care, makes summer's welcome thrice more wish'd, more rare.

Today...the bluebirds, old and young, have revisited their box, as if they would fain repeat the summer without intervention of winter, if Nature would let them.

If there's a 'Cruel Summer' then there's got to be a 'Cruel Winter,' right? That's all I'm saying.

I miss the summer nights in Dallas.

I've never had a cold Christmas, as I always spend it back home in Australia.

What, I sometimes wonder, would it be like if I lived in a country where winter is a matter of a few chilly days and a few weeks' rain; where the sun is never far away, and the flowers bloom all year long?

Summer of 1967 was one of the happiest times of my life.

I was actually born in Miami. We would spend the summers there growing up, so it's like my second home.

Summer means happy times and good sunshine. It means going to the beach, going to Disneyland, having fun.

I miss everything about Chicago, except January and February.

I really missed the East Coast. I love living in Hawaii, but I miss the changing of seasons.

British summers give me a really happy feeling.

Beneath the winter's snow lie germs of summer flowers.

Fishing books , lit by emotion recollected in tranquility, are like poetry. .. . We do not think of them as books but as men. They are our companions and not only riverside. Summer and winter they are with us and what a pleasant company they are.

There had been so many easy words between them that Daniel was guilty of nodding every now and then and tuning out the excess. He hadn't known, at the time, that he should have been hoarding these, like bits of sea glass hidden in the pocket of a winter coat to remind him that once it had been summer.

Decade after decade, artists came to paint the light of Provincetown, and comparisons were made to the lagoons of Venice and the marshes of Holland, but then the summer ended and most of the painters left, and the long dingy undergarment of the gray New England winter, gray as the spirit of my mood, came down to visit.

Climate of Egypt in winter is the reign of spring upon earth, & summer in the air, and tranquility in the heat.

And there, row upon row, with the soft gleam of flowers opened at morning, with the light of this June sun glowing through a faint skin of dust, would stand the dandelion wine. Peer through it at the wintry day - the snow melted to grass, the trees were reinhabitated with bird, leaf, and blossoms like a continent of butterflies breathing on the wind. And peering through, color sky from iron to blue. Hold summer in your hand, pour summer in a glass, a tiny glass of course, the smallest tingling sip for children; change the season in your veins by raising glass to lip and tilting summer in

Summers are the best. And I figured summer was my best time for meeting someone, too, because in the summer people are looking for someone to snuggle up with for the winter. And because in the summer I could take off my shirt.

June, July, all through the warm months she hibernated like a winter animal who did not know spring had come and gone.

Ultima came to stay with us the summer I was almost seven. When she came the beauty of the llano unfolded before my eyes, and the gurgling waters of the river sang to the hum of the turning earth. The magical time of childhood stood still, and the pulse of the living earth pressed its mystery into my living blood.

February, when the days of winter seem endless and no amount of wistful recollecting can bring back any air of summer.