Top 1200 Summer Love Quotes & Sayings - Page 15

Blessed be the Lord for the beauty of summer and spring, for the air, the water, the verdure, and the song of birds.

None of us can come to the highest maturity without enduring the summer heat of trials.

I love the night passionately. I love it as I love my country, or my mistress, with an instinctive, deep, and unshakeable love. I love it with all my senses: I love to see it, I love to breathe it in, I love to open my ears to its silence, I love my whole body to be caressed by its blackness. Skylarks sing in the sunshine, the blue sky, the warm air, in the fresh morning light. The owl flies by night, a dark shadow passing through the darkness; he hoots his sinister, quivering hoot, as though he delights in the intoxicating black immensity of space.

Usually summer colors and vibes go well with Twice, I think, because we're bright and fresh.

There ain't no time to be wasted, the world is going under... Nowadays, can't tell Fall from Spring, and Winter from Summer.

I'm really blessed. I love my job. Love going to work. I just love it. I love getting it, I love preparing for it. I love the whole process. I love the whole ritual. I'm really very lucky. Lucky girl.

The music of the far-away summer flutters around the Autumn seeking its former nest.

I am made for autumn. Summer and I have a fickle relationship, but everything about autumn is perfect to me. Woolly jumpers, Wellington boot, scarves, thin first, then thick, socks. The low slanting light, the crisp mornings, the chill in my fingers, those last warm sunny days before the rain and the wind. Her moody hues and subdued palate punctuated every now and again by a brilliant orange, scarlet or copper goodbye. She is my true love.

The most successful people are those who do all year long what they would otherwise do on their summer vacation.

In spring they lie flat at the first warmth, they ruin my summer and in autumn they smell of women.

When Father smiled, it was like the sun coming out, and spring and summer in your heart.

The day becomes more solemn and serene When noon is past; there is a harmony In autumn, and a lustre in its sky, Which through the summer is not heard or seen, As if it could not be, as if it had not been! Thus let thy power, which like the truth Of nature on my passive youth Descended, to my onward life supply Its calm, to one who worships thee, And every form containing thee, Whom, SPIRIT fair, thy spells did bind To fear himself, and love all human kind.

I think that Jersey Shore is awesome. I've gone to Cape May every summer of my life.

I left Montana in Spring of 1866, for Utah, arriving at Salt Lake city during the summer.

For me, my favorite trends of summer are lots of color, wedges, rompers and bright lipstick.

Palin seems to have forgotten that her poll ratings have plummeted since the summer of 2011.

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

You usually find me writing what I like to think of as intelligent summer action and genre films.

The financial crisis that began in the summer of 2007 was an extraordinarily complex event with multiple causes.

I'd love to go back to Broadway; I'd love to do animation; I'd love to do hair and make-up campaigns because I love hair and makeup - and, I'd love to do film. I mean, there are a lot of doors I'd love to open up!

Summer passes into autumn in some unimaginable point of time, like the turning of a leaf.

How bravely Autumn paints upon the sky The gorgeous fame of Summer which is fled!

no form of love is wrong, so long as it is love, and you yourself honour what you are doing. Love has an extraordinary variety of forms! And that is all there is in life, it seems to me. But I grant you, if you deny the variety of love you deny love altogether. If you try to specialize love into one set of accepted feelings, you wound the very soul of love. Love must be multi-form, else it is just tyranny, just death

Love. Fall in love and stay in love. Write only what you love, and love what you write. The key word is love. You have to get up in the morning and write something you love, something to live for.

So yes. It had flaws, but what does that matter when it comes to matters of the heart? We love what we love. Reason does not enter into it. In many ways, unwise love is the truest love. Anyone can love a thing because. That's as easy as putting a penny in your pocket. But to love something despite. To know the flaws and love them too. That is rare and pure and perfect.

I love what the Valley does. I love company building. I love startups. I love technology companies. I love new technology. I love this process of invention. Being able to participate in that as a founder and a product creator, or as an investor or a board member, I just find that hugely satisfying.

There is always in February some one day, at least, when one smells the yet distant, but surely coming, summer.

I was born in June, so I like summer, and my favourite part of a sunny day is when the sun sets.

'Summer Babe' is the start of Pavement front-loading their albums with the catchiest song first.

A perfect summer day is when the sun is shining, the breeze is blowing and mojito in your hand.

For me, Hyderabad was all about summer holidays, rasam rice, spicy pickles, and more.

Tanglewood [summer home of the Boston Symphony Orchestra] was a place where gods strode the earth.

Every summer I kept figuring out what I needed to work on to be productive the next season.

I really got the best of education , and arts and music and summer camp. I had it great.

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

A lot of parents pack up their troubles and send them off to summer camp.

How oft a summer shower has started me; to seek the shelter of a hollow tree

I'm going to help the committee regardless of any position I have. I will volunteer to be a summer intern.

Grilling outside with my parents at the Jersey shore. We would grill lobster and corn in the summer.

For him in vain the envious seasons roll Who bears eternal summer in his soul.

Summer cooking implies a sense of immediacy, a capacity to capture the essence of the fleeting moment.

The flowers are Nature's jewels, with whose wealth she decks her summer beauty.

In the heat of the Russian summer a sleeping car is the most horrible instrument of martyrdom imaginable.

If love is the soul of Christian existence, it must be at the heart of every other Christian virtue. Thus, for example, justice without love is legalism; faith without love is ideology; hope without love is self-centeredness; forgiveness without love is self-abasement; fortitude without love is recklessness; generosity without love is extravagance; care without love is mere duty; fidelity without love is servitude. Every virtue is an expression of love. No virtue is really a virtue unless it is permeated, or informed, by love.

I love creating music and television and film. I love the hustle, I love the grind, I love working sixteen- and eighteen-hour days and waking up at four the next morning and going to the gym. I love that.

He was a worshiper of liberty, a friend of the oppressed. A thousand times I have heard him quote these words: 'For Justice all place a temple, and all season, summer.' He believed that happiness is the only good, reason the only torch, justice the only worship, humanity the only religion, and love the only priest. He added to the sum of human joy; and were every one to whom he did some loving service to bring a blossom to his grave, he would sleep tonight beneath a wilderness of flowers. . . .

The Summer Book is beautiful and warm, with the kind of wisdom we can adapt to our everyday lives.

The Great British summer has many qualities, but unfortunately guaranteed warm weather is not one of them.

The good die first, and they whose hearts are dry as summer dust, burn to the socket.

That softness around your eyes, a softness in your face. Almost the way you feel when you’re about to start crying. That, to me, is love. It can be romantic love, it can be friendship love, it can be family love, it can be love for a chipmunk. It can be love for anything.

I'm huge on spring and summer gardening. I'm really proud of my perennial beds. That's a passion of mine.

Until you have heard the whippoowill, either nearby or in the fain - distance, you have not experienced summer night.

When I was a teenager, I worked at the Gap for a summer folding shirts. That was pretty mindless and soul-sucking.

If you were foolish enough to sing all the summer, you must dance supperless to bed in the winter.

Wine is drinkable sunlight. It's the most glorious summer's day imaginable, captured in a bottle.

Love is the will to extend one's self for the purpose of nurturing one's own or another's spiritual growth... Love is as love does. Love is an act of will -- namely, both an intention and an action. Will also implies choice. We do not have to love. We choose to love.

I'm just wowed by the universe. I'm just glad to do something I love to do. I love color, I love painting, I love shapes, I love composition, I love the people around me. I'm adoring it all. My legacy is in the hands of other people.

They don't know we're not allowed to use magic at home. I'm going to have a lot of fun with Dudley this summer.

I also want to thank Arizona citizens for their efforts at conserving energy last summer.

Bright was the summer of 1296. The war which had desolated Scotland was then at an end.