Showing posts with label Summer. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Summer. Show all posts
Monday, August 18, 2014
Monday, July 14, 2014
Summer, Henry James
Summer afternoon—summer afternoon; to me those have always been the two most beautiful words in the English language.
― Henry James (1843-1916)
Labels:
Beauty,
English,
Henry James,
Literature,
Summer
Monday, July 7, 2014
Farewell, William Shakespeare
This bud of love, by summer's ripening breath, May prove a beauteous flower when next we meet.
- William Shakespeare (1564-1616)
Labels:
Farewell,
Love,
Parting,
Summer,
William Shakespeare
Monday, June 30, 2014
Rest, Sir J. Lubbock
Rest is not idleness, and to lie sometimes on the grass on a summer day listening to the murmur of water, or watching the clouds float across the sky, is hardly a waste of time.
- Sir J. Lubbock [The Use of Life (1894), ch. IV: Recreation]
Monday, June 23, 2014
Happiness, Aristotle
One swallow does not make a summer, neither does one fine day; similarly one day or brief time of happiness does not make a person entirely happy.
- Aristotle (384BC-322BC)
Monday, June 16, 2014
Monday, June 9, 2014
June, Charles A. Aïdé
Do you recall that night in June
Upon the Danube River;
We listened to the ländler-tune,
We watched the moonbeams quiver.
- Charles A. Aïdé, Danube River.
http://en.wikiquote.org/wiki/June
Monday, June 2, 2014
Friday, October 4, 2013
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)