Lazy Days Of Summer Quotes & Sayings

It was the very nature of summer. So many long, lazy days when blissfully, nothing changes, and then everything does, all at once. — Sarah Dessen

I definitely believe in a greater good. I definitely believe that there's a reason each of us is here and that we've been brought here to do something. And we need to get busy doing it. And I definitely believe that there is something moving us forward that's good. — Jacqueline Woodson

I definitely live to eat. I love food in every way imaginable, and it does not have to be fancy. Whether we stay in or go out, I like a hardy meal. My grandmother taught me how to cook, and it was all about no fuss and lots of it. — Bill Rancic

Aaah, summer - that long anticipated stretch of lazy, lingering days, free of responsibility and rife with possibility. It's a time to hunt for insects, master handstands, practice swimming strokes, conquer trees, explore nooks and crannies, and make new friends. — Darell Hammond

I won't do a reunion tour unless my solo career fails miserably. — Robert Plant

If we do not hang together, we shall surely hang separately. — Benjamin Franklin

For it cannot, it cannot be, that a man should enjoy the benefit of grace except he watch. — John Chrysostom

Chance fights ever on the side of the prudent. — Euripides

Wherever we may be, or whatever our circumstances, the Lord Jesus sees them. We are never beyond the reach of His care. — J.C. Ryle

Like eels in a bucket, slithering over one another and trying to bite each other's tails — Brandon Sanderson

It's funny how one summer can change everything. It must be something about the heat and the smell of chlorine, fresh-cut grass and honeysuckle, asphalt sizzling after late-day thunderstorms, the steam rising while everything drips around it. Something about long, lazy days and whirring air conditioners and bright plastic flip-flops from the drugstore thwacking down the street. Something about fall being so close, another year, another Christmas, another beginning. So much in one summer, stirring up like the storms that crest at the end of each day, blowing out all the heat and dirt to leave everything gasping and cool. Everyone can reach back to one summer and lay a finger to it, finding the exact point when everything changed. That summer was mine. — Sarah Dessen

We'd held each other before, on lazy summer days, between private kisses and languid touches, but never anything that I would have considered a true hug: selfless support not instigated by desire, comfort for comfort's sake. This was different. — Rose Christo