Summer Camp Quotes

“He who laughs worst, weeps first”
― Paul Haddad, Skinny White Freak

“Looking out over the lake, I felt enveloped in the most peaceful, loving utopia.”
― Laurie Kahn, Harriet Tubman

“She wasn’t a collector of facts about people, this birthday, that anniversary. She cared more about the content of a person.”
― Catherine McKenzie, I'll Never Tell

“I put on my summer clothes and feel the summer slip inside me.”
― Bhuwan Thapaliya

“With sunglasses, a hat, and half a pack of Band-Aids, Roger could pass as a human.”
― Nadia Higgins, Zombie Camp

“The adults looked transfixed by Andee. When Andee finally swam a little closer, Siobhan could see why: the determined set of her mouth, the ferocity in her eyes. How much she wanted to finish. She would finish, no matter what. It would be cruel to stop her. And more to the point, if they ever were stranded in the ocean, Andee—who had been in the water for what felt like an eternity—would be the last to go down.”
― Kim Fu, The Lost Girls of Camp Forevermore

“A few of us always compared anything good to: ' Isn't it just like camp?' When we first got married, we asked each other, 'Was your honeymoon good?' 'Yeah. It was just like camp.”
― Laurie Kahn, Harriet Tubman

“Mommy, I'm not going to have your American childhood, " she says. "I don't want to wake up at seven a.m. and make bracelets. I just don't. Accept it.”
― Pamela Druckerman, There Are No Grown-ups: A Midlife Coming-of-Age Story

“Siobhan wanted to be more like the heroines of the books she liked, about girl detectives and girl adventurers: tomboyish, scrappy, and resourceful, able to outsmart adults and survive without them, her body sun-brown and waiflike. She was, instead, a freckled, blue-eyed redhead, pale and dense as a block of shortening, who wasn’t allowed to use the stove.”
― Kim Fu, The Lost Girls of Camp Forevermore

“Even on that first, clear afternoon, the dark earth between the gravel paths and the deep green of towering pine, fir, and spruce trees contained the memory of recent snow and rain. The ocean at the far end of the camp was the color of slate.

Everything Siobhan was wearing was brand new: a black fleece she’d chosen for its silver heart-shaped zipper pull, her first pair of hiking boots, even her underwear. She felt a thrilling, terrifying dissolution of self. She was far from her parents, her classmates, anyone who had ever known here. She was curious to find out who she would be.”
― Kim Fu, The Lost Girls of Camp Forevermore

“That girl in the mirror wasn't me. that girl in the mirror had devoured me. Swallowed me whole.”
― Leslie Tall Manning, I am Elephant, I am Butterfly

“That girl wasn’t who she wanted to. be anymore, but sometimes you don’t get to choose who you are.”
― Catherine McKenzie, I'll Never Tell

“After lots of lectures, warnings, punishments and so on, Eddy had decided to watch his step for a while.”
― Michael P. Waite, Eddy and His Amazing Pet

“Looking back, Eddy still couldn’t see what was so awful about what he’d done. He’d gone to camp to have fun, but every time he tried, it just got him deeper into trouble.”
― Michael P. Waite, Eddy and His Amazing Pet

“Camp Tomahawk was supposed to last all summer long, but Eddy was being sent home after only five days. Not that he cared. The place seemed more like a prison to him.”
― Michael P. Waite, Eddy and His Amazing Pet

“An atomic bomb went off in my chest. My vision of a calm summer, page-flipping in the
backyard disintegrated. Camp. Tons of people. Cheesy team building. With tons of people.
-Andy and the Extroverts”
― Jessica K. Foster

“He shook his hair out like a dog, spraying me.
“Hey!” I laughed.

He gave me a wolfish grin. “You’re already wet.” The sun glinted off his bright smile, and I
blinked.
I had finally caught my breath, and he had to steal it away again like that.
-Andy and the Extroverts”
― Jessica K. Foster, Andy and the Extroverts

“Before long, Lucas and I sat alone on the hill, his wide blue eyes watching me like there was
nothing else he’d rather do.
-Andy and the Extroverts”
― Jessica K. Foster, Andy and the Extroverts

“A cloud passed over the moon, and the beach went dark. Crickets chirped as my heart
expanded and squished all the air out of my lungs. “I see you.”
-Andy and the Extroverts”
― Jessica K. Foster, Andy and the Extroverts

“When I pressed my face against his flannel-covered shoulder, I breathed in soap and
campfire and Lucas. He squeezed me, and I hugged him back. It couldn’t fall apart if it felt
this right.
-Andy and the Extroverts”
― Jessica K. Foster, Andy and the Extroverts

“If a grenade went off two feet from me, I wouldn’t have noticed. I would’ve died happy on
that beach, Lucas’s hands in my hair, his warm mouth on mine.
-Andy and the Extroverts”
― Jessica K. Foster, Andy and the Extroverts

“Lucas stopped inches from my fingers, but he was still too close. "And I don't?" he whispered. "I get you more than anyone ever has, and you know it. There's still something between us. You can't ignore that." A primal spark blazed behind the cool blue of his eyes. "Andy."
I didn't want him to say my name like that, like it was all he needed to remind me of an entire summer of longing that I'd tried so hard to forget. He didn't get to do this to me. Not this year.”
― Jessica K. Foster, Andy and the Summer of Something

“I started toward the field, and they fanned out around me, talking about all the food they hoped the cafeteria would make this summer, about how it would be helpful if the camp served them hot guys on a platter, too. I sighed to keep from laughing out of frustration.”
― Jessica K. Foster, Andy and the Summer of Something