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“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.”

Giving Feels Mind Mean Children Littles Ends Hands Pleasure Summer Delight Flats Globes Lawns Shiver Glee It Is What It Is Firmness

Author:Charles Edward Montague

“Under the summer roses When the flagrant crimson Lurks in the dusk Of the wild red leaves, Love, with little hands, Comes and touches you With a thousand memories, And asks you Beautiful, unanswerable questions.”

Littles Hands Beautiful Asks Memories Thousand Summer Red Rose Dusk Crimson Little Hands Red Leaves

Book:The Complete Poems of Carl Sandburg

Source: The Complete Poems of Carl Sandburg

“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.”

Children Hands Lost Flower Summer Silent Pale Arrows Frost Fading

Author:Richard Henry Stoddard

“I'm stoned on my music. I'm intoxicated by my joyful calendar between the tours, and the hunting, and the charity work, and the family time, and just my lifestyle living on a ranch in Texas and back when I lived on my ranch in Michigan. It's the epitome of individual independence, self-sufficiency, hands-on, earthly celebration and we tour every summer like complete animals.”

“I am a Jew: Hath not a Jew eyes? hath not a Jew hands, organs, dimensions, senses, affections, passions? fed with die same food, hurt with the same weapons, subject to the same diseases, healed by the same means, warmed and cooled by the same winter and summer, as a Christian is?”

“On summer evenings, when every flower, and tree, and bird, might have better addressed my soft young heart, I have in my day been caught in the palm of a female hand by the crown, have been violently scrubbed from the neck to the roots of the hair as a purification for the Temple, and have then been carried off highly charged with saponaceous electricity, to be steamed like a potato in the unventilated breath of the powerful Boanerges Boiler and his congregation, until what small mind I had, was quite steamed out of me”

Source: Novels

“I think with my hands, it was catching a lot of footballs and working with my father during the summer because he would always make me. My father was a bricklayer so I was a helper. My job was to make sure that he had bricks to lay.”

Thinking Hands Jobs Father Football Summer Lays Bricks Catching Helpers Bricklayers

Author:Jerry Rice

“No town-bred dandy will compare with a country-bred one- I mean a downright bumpkin dandy- a fellow that, in the dog-days of summer, will mow his two acres in buckskin gloves for fear of tanning his hands.”

Mean Two Country Hands Dog Summer Towns Fellows Compare Gloves Acres Dandy Tanning Dog Days

Book:Moby Dick; or, The Whale

Source: Moby Dick; or, The Whale

“This is the divine moment when we can hold the fairest blossom of spring in one hand and the sweetest flowers of early summer in the other.”

Moments Hands Divine Flower Summer Spring Sweetest

Book:The Glory of the Garden

Source: The Glory of the Garden

“Before every game I used to go out and shot the same shots over and over and over. In the summer time I spent a lot of time just shooting. So really it just came natural. Whether it's a tie game or down by 1 or up by five, it was always the same shot. So I always felt comfortable with the ball in my hands because it was in there a million times before.”

Hands Used Games Felt Natural Millions Five Comfortable Summer Shots Balls Shooting Ties Summer Time

Author:Larry Bird

“We will enjoy ourselves with the forms that are given us: a human face, a hand, the breast of a woman or the body of a man, a glad or sorrowful expression, the infinite seas, the wild rocks, the melancholy language of the black trees in the snow, the wild strength of spring flowers and the heavy lethargy of a hot summer day when Pan, our old friend, sleeps and the ghosts of midday whisper. This alone is enough to make us forget the grief of the world, or to give it form.”

“I felt like on one hand the clarity of thought was amazing, but on the other we went during Antarctic summer, so the sun didn't set the whole time we were there.”

Whole Hands Felt Sun Summer Clarity Clarity Of Thought

Author:DJ Spooky

“There are moments, above all on June evenings, when the lakes that hold our moons are sucked into the earth, and nothing is left but wine and the touch of a hand.”

Moments Hands Earth Left Moon Summer Wine Evening Lakes June

Author:Charles Morgan

“An ordinary beginning, something that would have been forgotten had it been anyone but her. But as he shook her hand and met those striking emerald eyes, he knew before he'd taken his next breath that she was the one he could spend the rest of his life looking for but never find again. She seemed that good, that perfect, while a summer wind blew through the trees.”

Has Beens Hands Eye Next Perfect Taken Tree Wind Mets Summer Ordinary Breaths Forgotten Notebook Emeralds Summer Wind

Author:Nicholas Sparks

“If you are very lucky, you're allowed to be in certain places during just the right season of your life: by the sea for the summer when you're seven or eight and full of the absolute need to swim until dark and exhaustion close their hands together, cupping you in between.”

Ifs Needs Hands Together Certain Dark Sea Lucky Summer Seasons Absolutes Seven Eight Swim Exhaustion Lucky You Hands Together

Book:Sleeping in Flame

Source: Sleeping in Flame

“taking her hand he led her out into a broad stretch of hard sandy soil that the moon flooded with great splendor. They floated out like drifting moths under the rich hazy light, and as the fantastic symphony wept and exulted and wavered and despaired, Ardita's last sense of reality dropped away, and she abandonded her imagination to the dreamy summer scents of tropial flowers and the infinite starry spaces overhead, feeling that if she opened her eyes it would be to find herself dancing with a ghost in a land created by her own fantasy.”

Source: The Complete Works of F. Scott Fitzgerald: Novels, Short Stories, Poetry, Articles, Letters, Plays & Screenplays: From the author of The Great Gatsby, The Side of Paradise, Tender Is the Night, The Beautiful and Damned, The Love of the Last Tycoon, The Curious Case of Benjamin Button and many other notable works

“This dim coolness of my room was to the broad daylight of the street what the shadow is to the sunbeam, that is to say equally luminous, and presented to my imagination the entire panorama of summer, which my senses, if I had been out walking, could have tasted and enjoyed only piecemeal; and so it was quite in harmony with my state of repose which (thanks to the enlivening adventures related in my books) sustained, like a hand reposing motionless in a stream of running water, the shock and animation of a torrent of activity.”

Source: In Search of Lost Time, Volume I: Swann's Way (A Modern Library E-Book)

“From daydreams on the road there was no waking. He plodded on. He could remember everything of her save her scent. Seated in a theatre with her beside him leaning forward listening to the music. Gold scrollwork and sconces and the tall columnar folds of the drapes at either side of the stage. She held his hand in her lap and he could feel the tops of her stockings through the thin stuff of her summer dress. Freeze this frame. Now call down your dark and your cold and be damned.”

Feels Hands Remember Stuff Sides Dark Stage Listening Cold Summer Gold Dresses Theatre Tall Waking Scent Lap Folds Freeze Daydreaming Stockings Remembers Everything Drapes

Book:The Road

Source: The Road

“They held hands and knew that only the coffin would lie in the earth; the bubbly laughter and the press of fingers in the palm would stay aboveground forever. At first, as they stood there, their hands were clenched together. They relaxed slowly until during the walk back home their fingers were laced in as gentle a clasp as that of any two young girlfriends trotting up the road on a summer day wondering what happened to butterflies in the winter.”

Firsts Two Home Hands Earth Together Young Lying Walks Wonder Forever Happened Summer Laughter Presses Fingers Winter Gentle Girlfriend Butterfly Palms Relaxed Back Home Coffins Summer Days Trotting

Book:Sula

Source: Sula

“I fell for her in summer, my lovely summer girl, From summer she is made, my lovely summer girl, I’d love to spend a winter with my lovely summer girl, But I’m never warm enough for my lovely summer girl, It’s summer when she smiles, I’m laughing like a child, It’s the summer of our lives; we’ll contain it for a while She holds the heat, the breeze of summer in the circle of her hand I’d be happy with this summer if it’s all we ever had.”

Ifs Children Made Enough Hands Girl Laughing Our Lives Summer Winter Warm Circles Lovely Heat Breeze Shiver End Of Summer Summer Is Coming Happy Summer Summer Breeze Sam Roth Grace Brisbane

Book:Shiver

Source: Shiver

“His lips tasted cool and sharp, peppermint, winter, but his hands, soft on the back of my neck, promised long days and summer and forever.”

Long Hands Romance Forever Summer Winter Lips Necks Long Day Peppermint

Book:Shiver Trilogy (Shiver, Linger, Forever)

Source: Shiver Trilogy (Shiver, Linger, Forever)

“I love New York on summer afternoons when everyone's away. There's something very sensuous about it - overripe, as if all sorts of funny fruits were going to fall into your hands.”

Ifs Hands Fall New York Summer Fruit Afternoon Sensuous I Love New York Gatsby Love

Book:F. Scott Fitzgerald: Trimalchio: An Early Version of 'The Great Gatsby'

Source: F. Scott Fitzgerald: Trimalchio: An Early Version of 'The Great Gatsby'

“I know that Brighton is famously a mixture of the seedy and the elegant, but in the summer of 2001 seediness swamped elegance hands down.”

Knows Hands Summer Elegant Elegance Mixtures Brighton

Book:Made in Brighton: From the Grand to the Gutter: Modern Britain as Seen from Beside the Sea

Source: Made in Brighton: From the Grand to the Gutter: Modern Britain as Seen from Beside the Sea

“Do you remember the summer we signed you up for camp? And the night before you left, you said you've changed your mind and wanted to stay home? I told you to to get a seat on the left side of the bus, so when you pulled away, you'd be able to look back and see me there waiting for you." I press her hand against my cheek, hard enough to leave a mark. "You get that same seat in Heaven. One where you can watch me, watching you.”

Mind Looks Said Hard Enough Home Hands Able Wanted Remember Night Left Heaven Waiting Sides Watches Changed Summer Mark Presses Seats Bus Camps Cheeks Waiting For You Watch Me You've Changed

Author:Jodi Picoult

“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.”

Children Hands Courses Summer Seasons Lips Glasses Tiny Smallest Veins

Book:Dandelion Wine

Source: Dandelion Wine

“Yet you could feel a vibration in the air, a sense of hastening. It had started with the moon, inaccessible poem that it was. Now men had walked upon it, rubber treads on a pearl of the gods. Perhaps it was an awareness of time passing, the last summer of the decade. Sometimes I just wanted to raise my hands and stop. But stop what? Maybe just growing up.”

Men Feels Sometimes Hands Wanted Lasts Growing Up Growing Air Awareness Moon Summer Raises Decades Passing Passings Pearls Vibrations Time Passing Rubber Inaccessible Last Summer Just Kids

Book:Just Kids

Source: Just Kids

“I remember once walking out hand in hand with a boy I knew, and it was summer, and suddenly before us was a field of gold. Gold as far as you could see. We knew we'd be rich forever. We filled our pockets and our hair. We were rolled in gold. We ran through the field laughing and our legs and feet were coated in yellow dust, so that we were like golden statues or golden gods. He kissed my feet, the boy I was with, and when he smiled, he had a gold tooth. It was only a field of buttercups, but we were young.”

“They held me and told me everything would be fine, that sadness would rise from our bones and evaporate in sunlight the way morning fog burned off the river in summer. My mother rubbed the kites on my hands and arms and told me to think of my lungs as balloons. I just want to feel safe, I said.”

Thinking Way Want Feels Said Hands Would Be Mother Morning Sadness Arms Fine Safe Summer Rivers Bones Sunlight Burned Fog Lungs Balloons Kites

Book:Light Boxes: A Novel

Source: Light Boxes: A Novel

“He put one hand lightly on the back of her neck and simultaneously she placed one hand lightly on his hip, and they kissed in the street as all around them people hurried home in the summer light, and it was the sweetest kiss that either of them would ever know. This is where it all begins. Everything starts here, today. And then it was over.”

People Knows Home Hands Light Today Streets Kissing Summer Hips Necks Sweetest

Author:David Nicholls

“The morning is full of storm in the heart of summer. The clouds travel like white handkerchiefs of goodbye, the wind, travelling, waving them in its hands. The numberless heart of the wind beating above our loving silence. Orchestral and divine, resounding among the trees like a language full of wars and songs.”

Heart War Hands Song Language White Silence Morning Tree Divine Wind Summer Clouds Storm Goodbye Handkerchiefs

Author:Pablo Neruda

“She turned to face him. She reached over and touched his hand, hesitantly, gently, amazed that after all these years had somehow known exactly what she'd needed to hear. When their eyes locked, she once again realized how special he was. And just for a fleeting moment, a tiny wisp of time that hung in the air like fireflies in summer skies, she wondered if she was in love with him again.”

Ifs Years Moments Hands Eye Faces Known Air Sky Special Needed Summer Tiny Touched Locked Hung Amazed Fleeting Firefly Fleeting Moments Wisps

Author:Nicholas Sparks

“Where was he, her Alexander, of once? Was he truly gone? The Alexander of the Summer Garden, of their first Lazarevo days, of the hat in his hands, white toothed, peaceful, laughing, languid, stunning Alexander, had he been left far behind? Well, Tatiana supposed that was only right. For Alexander believed his Tatiana of once was gone, too. The swimming child Tatiana of the Luga, of the Neva, of the River Kama. Perhaps on the surface they were still in their twenties, but their hearts were old.”

Firsts Wells Heart Children Stills Hands Left White Behinds Laughing Gone Summer Garden Rivers Twenties Surface Peaceful Hats Swimming Stunning Summer Garden

Author:Paullina Simons

“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”

Source: Dandelion Wine

“The poor lady must have dropped that", she said, and undid the gate stepping out to get it. Jared put his hand on it, "No". Mrs Jeffries stared down at him. "What do you mean...no?" Jared and Mrs.Jeffries stared back at each other,neither breaking eye contact in a perfect deadlock. Then Jared smiled at her. "I mean", he said with conviction, "it's mine." "It's what?" Jared stood up, pocketing the lipstick. "I know", he responded. "Everyone tells me i'm more of a summer". Mrs.Jeffries continued to stare. Jared continued to speak. "I'm going to go now. Me... and my lipstick.”

Knows Mean Said Hands Eye Speak Perfect Poor Mines Summer Conviction Contact Staring Gates Lipstick Stood Up Eye Contact

Book:Untold (The Lynburn Legacy Book 2)

Source: Untold (The Lynburn Legacy Book 2)

“The falling leaves drift by the window The autumn leaves of red and gold.... I see your lips, the summer kisses The sunburned hands, I used to hold Since you went away, the days grow long And soon I'll hear ol' winter's song. But I miss you most of all my darling, When autumn leaves start to fall.”

“The power, indeed, of every individual is small, and the consequence of his endeavours imperceptible, in a general prospect of the world. Providence has given no man ability to do much, that something might be left for every man to do. The business of life is carried on by a general co-operation; in which the part of any single man can be no more distinguished, than the effect of a particular drop when the meadows are floated by a summer shower: yet every drop increases the inundation, and every hand adds to the happiness or misery of mankind.”

Source: The Works of Samuel Johnson, LL.D.: With An Essay on His Life and Genius

“Clapping my hands with the echoes the summer moon begins to dawn.”

Hands Moon Summer Dawn Echoes Clapping

Author:Matsuo Basho

“The linden, in the fervors of July, Hums with a louder concert. When the wind Sweeps the broad forest in its summer prime, As when some master-hand exulting sweeps The keys of some great organ, ye give forth The music of the woodland depths, a hymn Of gladness and of thanks.”

Giving Hands Wind Masters Keys Summer Depth Forests Thanks Prime Broads Concerts Organs July Hymns Gladness Fervor Woodland

Author:William C. Bryant

“June brings tulips, lilies, roses, Fills the children's hands with posies.”

Children Hands Summer Rose June Lilies Posies

Book:Pretty lessons in verse, for good children; with some lessons in Latin in easy rhyme

Source: Pretty lessons in verse, for good children; with some lessons in Latin in easy rhyme

“What wondrous life is this I lead! Ripe apples drop about my head; The luscious clusters of the vine Upon my mouth do crush their wine; The nectarine and curious peach Into my hands themselves do reach; Stumbling on melons, as I pass, Ensnared with flowers, I fall on grass.”

Life Hands Life Is Fall Flower Summer Mouths Wine Curious Grass Apples Crush August Ripe Vines Wondrous Stumbling Peaches Clusters Melons Nectarines

Author:Andrew Marvell

“Before the beginning of years There came to the making of man Time with a gift of tears, Grief with a glass that ran, Pleasure with pain for leaven, Summer with flowers that fell, Remembrance fallen from heaven, And Madness risen from hell, Strength without hands to smite, Love that endures for a breath; Night, the shadow of light, And Life, the shadow of death.”

Men Life Years Hands Light Pain Night Heaven Pleasure Grief Hell Tears Flower Summer Shadow Madness Breaths Endure Glasses Ran Fallen Remembrance Risen Shadow Of Death

Author:Algernon Charles Swinburne

“Never forget how swiftly this life will be over, like a flash of summer lightning or the wave of a hand. Now that you have the opportunity to practice dharma, do not waste a single moment on anything else.”

Moments Hands Opportunity Forget Practice Waste Summer Wave This Life Never Forget Flash Lightning Dharma Single Mom

Author:Dilgo Khyentse Rinpoche

“My mother could never have said she loved fall, but as she walked down the steps with her suitcase in hand toward the red Monte Carlo her husband had been waiting in for nearly an hour, she could have said that she respected its place as a mediator between two extremes. Fall came and went, while winter was endured and summer was revered. Fall was the repose that made both possible and bearable, and now here she was was with her husband next to her, heading headlong into an early-fall afternoon with only the vaguest ideas of who they were becoming and what came next.”

Made Said Two Ideas Hands Mother Fall Next Waiting Hours Steps Becoming Husband Summer Red Winter Extremes Afternoon Headings Repose Suitcases Bearable Mediators Two Extremes Monte Carlo

Book:How to Read the Air

Source: How to Read the Air

“Such an assemblage of the spraddle-legged men of the middle class, whose hands were bent and shoulders stooped from delving and constructing, had never appeared to an Asbury Park summer crowd, and the latter was vaguely amused.”

Men Hands Class Middle Summer Crowds Shoulders Parks Latter Middle Class Bent Amused Assemblage Delving

Book:Prose and poetry

Source: Prose and poetry

“Spring came late, but when it came it was hand-in-hand with summer, and almost at once everything was baking and warm, and in the villages the people danced every night on concrete dancing floors under the plane trees.”

People Hands Night Tree Late Summer Spring Dancing Warm Planes Village Concrete Every Night Baking Hand In Hand

Book:The Nancy Mitford Omnibus

Source: The Nancy Mitford Omnibus