“I was interning at a children's theater group in Kentucky - that was my first job out of college. I had jumped around a couple of regional theaters, and I was about to go back to Maine to work at a summer Shakespeare theater there. I didn't want to just jump around the country from gig to gig. I really wanted to go to a city and get involved in a theater scene and a theater community.” WantFirstsChildrenCountryWantedJobsCommunityCitiesGroupsCollegeCoupleInvolvedSceneSummerTheaterGet InvolvedGigsKentuckyMaine Author:Timothy Simons
“Take delight in a thing, or rather in anything, not as a means to some other end, but just because it is what it is. A child in the full health of his mind will put his hand flat on the summer lawn, feel it, and give a little shiver of private glee at the elastic firmness of the globe.” GivingFeelsMindMeanChildrenLittlesEndsHandsPleasureSummerDelightFlatsGlobesLawnsShiverGleeIt Is What It IsFirmness Author:Charles Edward Montague
“As a kid I would get my parents to drop me off at my local library on their way to work during the summer holidays and I would walk home at night. For several years I read the children's library until I finished the children's library. Then I moved into the adult library and slowly worked my way through them.” WayYearsChildrenHomeKidsNightParentWalksSummerAdultsMovedLibraryFinishedLocalsMy WayHoliday Author:Neil Gaiman
“The Bible is a warm letter of affection from a parent to a child; and yet there are many who see chiefly the severer passages. As there may be fifty or sixty nights of gentle dews in one summer, that will not cause as much remark as one hailstorm of half an hour, so there are those who are more struck by those passages of the Bible that announce the indignation of God than by those that announce His affection.” MayChildrenNightCausesParentHoursHalfSummerBibleLettersAffectionWarmGentleFiftyPassagesSixtyRemarksDewIndignationHailstorms Book:Sermons Source: Sermons
“And pomp, and feast, and revelry, With mask, and antique pageantry, Such sights as youthful poets dream On summer eves by haunted stream. Then to the well-trod stage anon, If Jonson's learned sock be on, Or sweetest Shakespeare, Fancy's child, Warble his native wood-notes wild, And ever, against eating cares, Lap me in soft Lydian airs, Married to immortal verse Such as the meeting soul may pierce, In notes with many a winding bout Of linked sweetness long drawn out.” IfsWellsMayChildrenLongSoulDreamCareAirStagePoetEatingSummerMarriedSightMeetingsNotesWoodsStreamsFancyNativeMaskImmortalVersesSweetnessLinkedLapSweetestSockPierceAntiquesAnonPageantryRevelry Author:John Milton
“Though I be shut in darkness, and become insentient dust blown idly here and there, I count oblivion a scant price to pay for having once had held against my lip life's brimming cup of hydromel and rue--for having once known woman's holy love and a child's kiss, and for a little space been boon companion to the Day and Night, Fed on the odors of the summer dawn, and folded in the beauty of the stars. Dear Lord, though I be changed to senseless clay, and serve the potter as he turns his wheel, I thank Thee for the gracious gift of tears!” LifeChildrenLittlesNightTurnsStarsSpacePayKnownLordDarknessChangedTearsHolyKissingSummerLipsDearDustCupsTheeDawnWheelsFedsCompanionOblivionClayPottersHere And ThereGraciousDay And NightOdorBoonRueDear Lord Book:The Works of Thomas Bailey Aldrich: Poems Source: The Works of Thomas Bailey Aldrich: Poems
“Pale in her fading bowers the Summer stands, Like a new Niobe with claspèd hands, Silent above the flowers, her children lost, Slain by the arrows of the early Frost.” ChildrenHandsLostFlowerSummerSilentPaleArrowsFrostFading Author:Richard Henry Stoddard