The very locusts and crickets of a summer day are but later or earlier glosses on the Dherma Sastra of the Hindoos, a continuation of the sacred code.
(Henry David Thoreau (1817-1862), U.S. philosopher, author, naturalist. A Week on the Concord and Merrimack Rivers (1849), in The Writings of Henry David Thoreau, vol. 1, p. 157, Houghton Mifflin (1906).)
Nature confounds her summer distinctions at this season. The heavens seem to be nearer the earth. The elements are less reserved and distinct. Water turns to ice, rain to snow. The day is but a Scandinavian night. The winter is an arctic summer.
(Henry David Thoreau (1817-1862), U.S. philosopher, author, naturalist. "A Winter Walk" (1843), in The Writings of Henry David Thoreau, vol. 5, p. 170, Houghton Mifflin (1906).)
That night was the turning-point in the season. We had gone to bed in summer, and we awoke in autumn; for summer passes into autumn in some imaginable point of time, like the turning of a leaf.
(Henry David Thoreau (1817-1862), U.S. philosopher, author, naturalist. A Week on the Concord and Merrimack Rivers (1849), in The Writings of Henry David Thoreau, vol. 1, p. 356, Houghton Mifflin (1906).)
Snake and Ladder game appears to me, in a sense, an oversimplification of life. Life is much more complex than either climbing heights or being python swallowed. For many, living has been a long summer of grazing in a deficient pasture or a cruel winter of gazing at the stars, without ever a lift or even a slide.
(Prasanna Mishra, born in 1942, lives in Bhubaneswar (India) . A former civil servant, he is a columnist and a social activist. Does not like to call a spade by any other name.)
Sometimes making decisions can be like a pool in the beginning of summer. You know what the outcome will be, but you're still hesitant. You just have to go with your gut and jump right in, and then you will feel a whole lot better.
(Decisions, hesitation, pool, choice, choices, tough, torn, fear)
Jesus' Fig Tree: He did belittle you.. but soon he'll bebig you.. and in the spring with blooms he will wig you.. in summer he'll summon a jade garb to resprig you.. and in the fall on patient twigs with fresh fruit he'll refig you.
Summer is different. We now have breakfast together, for example ... it hasn't happened in so long that we're not sure how to go about it. So we bump into each other in the kitchen. I never saw Ozzie and Harriet bump into each other in the kitchennot once. Ozzie knew his place was at the table, while Harriet knew that her place was at the stove.
(Nathan Cobb (20th century), U.S. journalist. "Call Us the Cleavers," Boston Globe (August 16, 1994).)
The Ultimate Day really begins the night before, when you sit up until one o'clock trying to get things into trunk and bags. This is when you discover the well-known fact that summer air swells articles to twice or three times their original size.
(Robert Benchley (1889-1945), U.S. writer, humorist. Pluck and Luck, "The Last Day," Henry Holt (1925).
The last day referred to is the last day of a summer's vacation.)