A perfect summer day is when the sun is shining, the breeze is blowing, the birds are singing, and the lawn mower is broken.
A life without love is like a year without summer.
A man says a lot of things in summer he doesn’t mean in winter.
Ah, summer, what power you have to make us suffer and like it.
August, the summer’s last messenger of misery, is a hollow actor.
Deep summer is when laziness finds respectability.
Do what we can, summer will have its flies.
Ralph Waldo Emerson
Each fairy breath of summer, as it blows with loveliness, inspires the blushing rose.
Every summer has a story.
Hey! It’s summer! Be free and happy and danceful and uninhibited and now-y!
I drifted into a summer-nap under the hot shade of July, serenaded by a cicadae lullaby, to drowsy-warm dreams of distant thunder.
I know white clothing is supposed to enhance that summer glow, but writers don’t tan.
I miss the days when summer vacation was about relaxing and hanging out with friends. Now it’s all about working and squeezing your friends in when you can.
I never promised you a happy ending. You never said that you wouldn’t make me cry. But summer love will keep us warm, long after our autumn goodbye.
If a June night could talk, it would probably boast it invented romance.
If it could only be like this always – always summer, always alone, the fruit always ripe…
If you can’t stand the heat, don’t go to Cancun in the summer.
In every girls life; there’s a boy she’ll never forget and a summer where it all began.
In life’s winter, find your invincible summer.
In summer, the song sings itself.
William Carlos Williams
In the depth of winter, I finally learned that within me there lay an invincible summer.
It was June, and the world smelled of roses. The sunshine was like powdered gold over the grassy hillside.
Maud Hart Lovelace
It was one of those March days when the sun shines hot and the wind blows cold: when it is summer in the light, and winter in the shade.
It’s a cruel season that makes you get ready for bed while it’s light out.
Long stormy spring-time, wet contentious April, winter chilling the lap of very May; but at length the season of summer does come.
Love is to the heart what the summer is to the farmer’s year – it brings to harvest all the loveliest flowers of the soul.
My old grandmother always used to say, summer friends will melt away like summer snows, but winter friends are friends forever.
George R. R. Martin
Now is the winter of our discontent made glorious summer by this son of York.
Oh, the summer night, Has a smile of light, And she sits on a sapphire throne.
One benefit of summer was that each day we had more light to read by.
One must maintain a little bit of summer, even in the middle of winter.
Henry David Thoreau
Palm trees, ocean breeze, salty air, sun kissed hair. That endless summer, take me there.
People don’t notice whether it’s winter or summer when they’re happy.
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.
Summer afternoon, summer afternoon; to me those have always been the two most beautiful words in the English language.
Summer bachelors, like summer breezes, are never as cool as they pretend to be.
Summer break. Where you drink triple, see double, and act single.
Summer has set in with its usual severity.
Samuel Taylor Coleridge
Summer is a great time to visit art museums, which offer the refreshing rinse of swimming pools – only instead of cool water, you immerse yourself in art.
Summer is a promissory note signed in June, its long days spent and gone before you know it, and due to be repaid next January.
Summer is like the ultimate one-night stand: hot as hell, totally thrilling, and gone before you know it.
Summer is the time when one sheds one’s tensions with one’s clothes, and the right kind of day is jeweled balm for the battered spirit. A few of those days and you can become drunk with the belief that all’s right with the world.
Ada Louise Huxtable
Summer is where the girls go barefoot and their hearts are just as free as their toes.
Summer romances begin for all kinds of reasons, but when all is said and done, they have one thing in common. They’re shooting stars, a spectacular moment of light in the heavens, fleeting glimpse of eternity, and in a flash they’re gone.
Summer’s filled with breaking the rules, standing apart, ignoring your head, and following your heart.
The coldest winter I ever spent was a summer in San Francisco.
The end-of-summer winds make people restless.
The Indian Summer of life should be a little sunny and a little sad, like the season, and infinite in wealth and depth of tone, but never hustled.
The summer night is like a perfection of thought.
The tans will fade, but the memories will last forever.
The winding down of summer puts me in a heavy philosophical mood.
There is no “we” in summer. Only “u” and “me”.
There is something deep within us that sobs at endings. Why, God, does everything have to end? Why does all nature grow old? Why do spring and summer have to go?
There shall be eternal summer in the grateful heart.
We know that in September, we will wander through the warm winds of summer’s wreckage. We will welcome summer’s ghost.
What good is the warmth of summer, without the cold of winter to give it sweetness.
What is one to say about June, the time of perfect young summer, the fulfillment of the promise of the earlier months, and with as yet no sign to remind one that its fresh young beauty will ever fade.
While we’re young and beautiful, living free and easy. Here without a worry, dancing in our bare feet because when the summer’s done we might not be so young and beautiful.
Why is summer mist romantic and autumn mist just sad?
Write about winter in the summer.