Freckles And Summer Quotes & Sayings

I guessed I'd been out of it when he'd (Hephaestus) showed. "I can't believe Apollo hit me with a god bolt."
"I can't believe Aiden punched him," Marcus said, downing the rest of his wine.
"What?" My mouth dropped open. "You did not."
The half-grin spread until a dimple appeared in his left cheek. "I did."
"All those times you yelled at me for hitting people, and you hit a god?" I couldn't believe it.
That half-grin turned into a full smile. "This was a different situation. — Jennifer L. Armentrout

In that latitude the temperature flirted with a hundred degrees for a few of the dog days, but to a child it can hardly ever be too hot. I liked the sun licking the backs of my legs, and the sweat between my shoulder blades, and the violet evenings, with ice cream and fireflies, wherein the long day slowly cooled. I liked the ants piling up dirt like coffee grounds between the bricks of our front walk, and the milkweed spittle in the vacant lot next door. I liked the freedom of shorts, sneakers, and striped T-shirt, with freckles and a short hot-weather haircut.
We love easily in summer, perhaps, because we love our summer selves. — John Updike

Let me keep him ... even if I burn in hell later, just for now ... let me keep him. — Jewel E. Ann

The summer brings new and unwanted orange freckles to my face. I hate my hair and my skin ... kids call me freckle-face strawberry. My hair is cherry. Who wants that? — Lisa Dekis

I once had a love who folded secrets between her thighs like napkins
and concealed memories in the valley of her breasts.
There was no match for the freckles on her chest,
and no one could mistake them for a field of honeysuckles.
Upon her lips, a thousand lies were spread in sweet gloss.
Her kiss was like a storybook from ancient history.
She was at home with the body of a man inside her, beside her.
At night, when she lay in bed crying,
no one could mistake the tears she wept for a summer shower
She is gone, my love. She was a wanderess, a wildflower. — Roman Payne

Do I "really like" him? Is that the right way to put it? I've only known him for the summer technically, but "really like" doesn't seem to encompass it. If you "really like" someone, do they insist on invading your every thought? Does just saying their name make goose bumps rise on your arms? Do you contemplate how many freckles your children will have? — Leah Rae Miller

It's a delightful thing to receive a good word just at your time of need. Encourage someone today. — Charles R. Swindoll

I have laid aside business, and gone a'fishing. — Izaak Walton

Revelation comes with these misunderstandings. Stuart's life and way of thinking momentarily exposed. Like a break in the hedgerow during the country lane part of a journey. For an instant you glimpse scenery you haven't seen before - fields of poppy and cornflower, trees gnarled in the shape of demons. — Alexander Masters

Limited government, low taxes, controlled spending and debt, and a restrained regulatory environment make Texas work. — Mark McKinnon

How we lie to ourselves when we've fallen in love with the wrong man. — Julia Alvarez

If we are to create a new agenda for family/work policies, employers and employees have to take a seat at the same table and recognize their mutual gains. — Madeleine M. Kunin

Later in my room, I lift up my dress and twist to see the rainbow splotch of lotus on my side. And it occurs to me, what if I stopped hating it? What if the tattoo and the scar and this summer's freckles are my patina? Wabi-Sabi says rust and faded paint hold beauty. So what if I let these marks be passport stamps from where I've been - one's that don't determine a damn thing about where I'm going next? — Emery Lord

The longer that I live the more beautiful life becomes. — Frank Lloyd Wright

If men were true to their immortal instincts and to the God that made them, - if they were generous, honest, fearless, faithful, reverent, unselfish, ... if women were pure, brave, tender and loving, - can you not imagine that in the strong force and fairness of such a world, 'Lucifer, son of the Morning' would be moved to love instead of hate? - that the closed doors of Paradise would be unbarred - and that he, lifted towards his Creator on the prayers of pure lives, would wear again his Angel's crown? Can you not realize this, even by way of a legendary story? — Marie Corelli

There is not a more pleasante exercise of the mind than gratitude. — Joseph Addison

I am who I am, and there is nothing I can do about that. — Emma Thompson

I prefer sneaking in the back door. — Mark Gatiss

We spent afternoons kicking around in the sand, picking through the seaweed for shells, making headdresses of washed-up fishing ropes and hats from Styrofoam cups. Beach rats, we were called.

We stopped brushing our hair, and it hung in tangles spun by the salt air. We sprayed Sun-In across our heads and let it turn our hair orange in patches. Our skin peeled, and we didn't much care.

We woke up to the feel of sand in our sheets. We covered ourselves in baby oil and iodine and let the sun bake our skin. We smelled like Love's Baby Soft perfume, like summer all year long. We were tanned, with freckles across our noses. — Ilie Ruby

The word "jealousy" is often used as if it were synonymous with envy; but I think the distinction worth preserving. Jealousy is predominantly concerned with the fear of loss of something one possesses, envy with the wish to own something another possesses. Othello suffers from the fear that he has lost Desdemona's love. Iago suffers from envy of the position held by Cassio, to which he feels entitled. — Anthony Storr