Top 1200 Summer Love Quotes & Sayings - Page 16

I lived on Nantucket in college during the summer and have spent a lot of time there since. It's a special place for me.

Love, I would later conclude, was all things to all people. Love was the breaking and healing of hearts. Love was misunderstood, love was faith, love was the promise of now that became hope for the future. Love was a rhythm, a resonance, a reverberation. Love was awkward and foolish, it was aggressive and simple and possessed of so many indefinable qualities it could never be conveyed in language. Love was being. The same gravity that relentlessly pulled at me was defied as I rose into something that became everything.

For me, summer hasn't really started until tomatoes reappear in local farmers' markets.

Uncontainable is a love story. Kip and Sharon's love for each other, their precious family, their business journey of joy and, most of all, their pure and uncontainable love for their employees and their families is clear and happy proof that the future of business is building love cultures. Oh, and when you have love on the inside customers shower uncontainable love back at ya from the outside. Love on brother!

I love wisdom. And you can never be great at anything unless you love it. Not be in love with it, but love the thing, admire the thing. And it seems that if you love the thing, and you don't just want to possess it, it will find you. But if you're in love with the thing, it may run like hell away from you.

December's wintery breath is already clouding the pond, frosting the pane, obscuring summer's memory.

Love her, love her, love her! If she favours you, love her. If she wounds you, love her. If she tears your heart to pieces – and as it gets older and stronger, it will tear deeper – love her, love her, love her!

I discovered I loved acting at a Summer Camp. That's when I really realised that I enjoyed it and that I wanted to try it.

I met Hilary Vaughan at a Student Ball in 1944 and we married in the summer of 1946, as soon as I graduated.

If you refuse to see Superman Returns this summer, what you're saying about yourself is: I heart Al Qaeda.

O lovely eyes of azure, Clear as the waters of a brook that run Limpid and laughing in the summer sun!

Summer is the perfect time to go for bursts of color, like a big beaded necklace.

I left acting in the summer of 1988 because I was unhappy with a lot of the irresponsibility that was going on in the entertainment industry.

I kept having chills. This was in the middle of the summer and I was wearing a sheepskin jacket and I was chilling. I was shaking all over.

The sudden appearance of mushrooms after a summer rain is one of the more impressive spectacles of the plant world.

It's the NBA summer league and everyone's out there fighting. It's been a great experience for me.

America may be the best country in the world, but that's kind of like being the valedictorian of summer school.

One swallow does not make a summer, but one skein of geese, cleaving the murk of March thaw, is the Spring.

Nasturtiums, who colored you, you wonderful, glowing things? You must have been fashioned out of summer sunsets.

In the spring or summer, I like going to the Hamptons or Fire Island. Anywhere I can hear waves, I'm there.

But we didn't, not in the moonlight, or by the phosphorescent lanterns of lightning bugs in your back yard, not beneath the constellations we couldn't see, let alone decipher, or in the dark glow that replaced the real darkness of night, a darkness already stolen from us, not with the skyline rising behind us while a city gradually decayed, not in the heat of summer while a Cold War raged, despite the freedom of youth and the license of first love-because of fate, karma, luck, what does it matter?-we made not doing it a wonder, and yet we didn't, we didn't, we never did.

I lived in Cleveland for a summer when I was 12, and I was a ball boy for the Browns, which few people know.

It is ever so with the things that Men begin: there is a frost in Spring, or a blight in Summer, and they fail of their promise.

During childhood, I spent every summer vacation, visiting relatives in Chamoli district in Uttarkhand.

When I was 23 and about to go to law school, I thought I'd spend the summer writing a novel.

The next summer, 1794, corn grew dear, and distress began in our land.

Because I love you," Iain said simply. "I always have. I love your bad temper. I love your jealous streak. I love your strength and pigheadedness. And I know you love me. And sometimes love makes people go a little crazy. The insanity won't last forever...I hope.

One of my strengths is focusing on football, and even in the summer, I try not to switch off too much.

There is absolutely no doubt that the extraordinary Donna Summer belongs in the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame.

I basically grew up on the road with my dad, on a tour bus every summer since I was a kid.

shadows of love, inebriations of love, foretastes of love, trickles of love, but never yet the one true love.

People love my collard greens. They love my macaroni and cheese. They love the gumbo. They love my Jamaican jerk or my Jamaican curry chicken. They love the jerk, though. And they love my Mexican food.

We live in the village. We have a summer place in Westport, Connecticut. We don't spend a lot on all kinds of things. But I have no complaints.

The problem for most of us is that the cup has holes, so love goes out just as easily as it goes in. What happens when people are living in the unconditional state of love, however, is that they recognize they are the ocean of love; they know it's their essence. And they naturally overflow in this love. So instead of being love beggars, they become love philanthropists.

Gratitude is the creative force, the mother and father of love. It is in gratitude that real love exists. Love expands only when gratitude is there. Limited love does not offer gratitude. Limited love is immediately bound by something- by constant desires or constant demands. But when it is unlimited love, constant love, then gratitude comes to the fore. This love becomes all gratitude.

He who marvels at the beauty of the world in summer will find equal cause for wonder and admiration in winter.

Working at the National Theatre is just wonderful. There is no place like the South Bank on a summer's afternoon.

I joined the Communist Party late in the summer of 1934. I got out a year and a half later.

I get burnt in the sun, so there's no point me getting pecs for when I take my shirt off in the summer.

The extraordinary summer heatwave of 2003 in Europe resulted in over 35,000 extra deaths.

There are people who come into our lives as welcome as a cool breeze in summer- and last about as long.

When I was ten, I won the horseshoe-throwing contest at summer camp. I was also the Wiffle ball champion in my town.

Like a welcome summer rain, humor may suddenly cleanse and cool the earth, the air and you.

Summer is meant to be for travel, for exploration, for leisure, but sometimes budgets and schedules dictate otherwise.

The activity of happiness must occupy an entire lifetime; for one swallow does not a summer make.

I know that if odour were visible, as colour is, I'd see the summer garden in rainbow clouds.

I am in Love with Love and Love is in love with me. My body is in Love with the soul and the soul is in Love with my body. I opened my arms to Love and Love embraced me like a lover.

In the journey of the year, the autumn is Venice, spring is Naples, certainly, and the majestic maturity of summer is Rome.

If you can run six miles on a summer day, then you, my friend, are a lethal weapon in the animal kingdom.

My job is summer camp. I come and talk and try to make a TV show funny.

Music scores your life. You interact with it. You listen to it in the car. It becomes the soundtrack to that one summer with that one girl.

Each time I hit the road to gig, it still feels like I'm going to summer camp.

Our generation delimited the definition & horizon of Love in a box that mainly refers to love between a boy & a girl. Love has a broader & profound meaning beyond this box. Surely, the highest state of love is Love of God, a love between creations & the Creator.

First of all, let us try to know what love is. If love means to possess someone or something, then that is not real love, not pure love. If loves means to give oneself, to become one with everything and everyone, then that is real love. Real love is total oneness with the object loved and with the Possessor of love.

To me, nothing says summer like enjoying a lobster roll at my favorite spots in the Hamptons.

The summer moon hung full in the sky. For the time being it was the great fact of the world.

By the summer of 2012, the majority of the televisions you see in stores will have Google TV embedded.

Rituals are the building blocks of life, my way of cobbling an entire summer together from incidental wisps.

Unconditional love really exists in each of us. It is part of our deep inner being. It is not so much an active emotion as a state of being. It's not 'I love you' for this or that reason, not 'I love you if you love me.' It's love for no reason, love without an object.

To see the Summer Sky Is Poetry, though never in a Book it lie— True Poems flee—