What is life, when wanting love? Night without a morning; love's the cloudless summer sun, nature gay adorning.
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A life without love is like a year without summer.
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The quarrels of lovers are like summer showers that leave the country more verdant and beautiful
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Make love now, by night and by day, in winter and in summer.. You are in the world for that and the rest of life is nothing but vanity, illusion, waste. There is only one science, love, only one riches, love, only one policy, love. To make love is all the law, and the prophets.
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There are plenty of men who philander during the summer, to be sure, but they are usually the same lot who philander during the winter-albeit with less convenience.
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The moon is at her full, and, riding high,<br/>Floods the calm fields with light.<br/>The airs that hover in the summer sky<br/>Are all asleep to-night.
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The streets lie, the sidewalks lie, everything lies You can try and read it but you're gonna get it wrong.. All wrong The summer evenings burn and melt and the nights glitter but you're gonna get it wrong And it's gonna sink its teeth into your flesh and pull you to the bottom.
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I walk the straight lines. I walk through the summer nights. I walk the silver rope of dreams. I walk through dawns of dawns. Theres not a lot that isnt dying. I see people parading in front of each other like insects in a killing jar, watching each other die. I walk the straight lines throught the Christ machines. Through the eyes of throwaway people. Through the wards and the shores and the cracks in the skulls of the sidewalks. Through loves howling vacancy. I am the freedom soil. I dig my own grave. I resurrect myself every night. I am all things to myself. I walk the straight lines. I walk the spiderss jailhouse. I walk the think line, the thin line, the white line and all the line in between. I wish I could trade in my eyes.
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The whitest white dipped in clinging dirt. Another summer has thrown its corpse on my floor. The streets have given birth to even more strangers. Rivers of urine stripe the sidewalks. It rained the other day and the only thing that occurred to me was it would wash the smell away for a few days. Tonight is the first hot night. Outside my window, the human noise factor is intense. Its past midnight. They talk too much. They scream liquor-fueled idiot chatter. I pull away and close the door. I think about how its all going to play out. How much time people spend trying to get across to each other, trying to clear their names. Trying to overturn the charges brought against them. I have decided to tell them that its all true and not seek a fair trial. Its the only way to be free. Stop trying to matter. I could get my body tattooed with air-colored ink and walk invisibly amongst them. I have heard people say that they felt closer to their parents after they have died. Maybe if I treat people as if they were dead, I could get along with them better. I want to be able to like living people somehow. As it is now, theyre I best coming through speakers or trapped between book covers. Here I go into the heat. Four months as a human anvil.
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In the midst of winter, I finally learned that there was in me an invincible summer.
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It was a splendid summer morning and it seemed as if nothing could go wrong.
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After winter comes the summer. After night comes the dawn. After every storm, there comes clear, open slies.
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We need society, and we need solitude also, as we need summer and winter, day and night, exercise and rest.
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A lot of parents pack up their troubles and send them off to summer camp.
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He brings to the fierce struggle of politics the tepid enthusiasm of a lazy summer afternoon at a cricket match
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I propose to fight it out on this line if it takes all summer.
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Deep summer is when laziness finds respectability
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A perfect summer day is when the sun is shining, the breeze is blowing, the birds are singing, and the lawn mower is broken.
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Spring passes and one remembers one's innocence. Summer passes and one remembers one's exuberance. Autumn passes and one remembers one's reverence. Winter passes and one remembers one's perseverance.
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Summer makes me drowsy. Autumn makes me sing. Winter's pretty lousy, but I hate Spring.
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Summer is the time when one sheds one's tensions with one's clothes, and the right kind of day is jeweled balm for the battered spirit. A few of those days and you can become drunk with the belief that all's right with the world.
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Those who don't pick roses in summer won't pick them in winter either
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By Labor the North has subdued Nature, changed a parsimonious soil to fertility, built dwellings for almost her whole population, raised the school-house, established the Church, encircled the globe with her ships, and made her books and her papers to be as blades of grass and as leave of the Summer for number. But in the South, labor, a badge of shame, is the father of misery. The slave labors, but with no cheerit is not the road to respectability, it will honor him with no citizens trust, it brings no bread to his family, no grain to his garner, no leisure in after-days, no books or papers to his children. It opens no school-house door, builds no church, rears for him no factory, lays no keel, fills no bank, earns no acres. With sweat and toil and ignorance he consumes his life, to pour the earnings into channels from which he does no drink, into hands that never honor him. But perpetually rob and often torment.
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These are times that try men's souls. The summer soldier and the sunshine patriot will, in this crisis, shrink from the service of their country.
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I have a total irreverence for anything connected with society, except that which makes the road safer, the beer stronger, the old men and women warmer in the winter, and happier in the summer
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