We thread our way through a moving forest of ice-cream cones and crimson thighs.

JeanDominique Bauby
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  2. What good is the warmth of summer, without the cold of winter to give it sweetness. - John Steinbeck

  3. 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. - Yoko Ono

  4. 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

  5. Rest is not idleness, and to lie sometimes on the grass under trees on a summer's day, listening to the murmur of the water, or watching the clouds float across the sky, is by no means a waste of time. - John Lubbock

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