I question not if thrushes sing,
If roses load the air;
Beyond my heart I need not reach
When all is summer there.
~John Vance Cheney
Green was the silence, wet was the light,
the month of June trembled like a butterfly….
The end-of-summer winds make people restless. ~Sebastian Faulks, EnglebyTPVgb
And so with the sunshine and the great bursts of leaves growing on the trees, just as things grow in fast movies, I had that familiar conviction that life was beginning over again with the summer. ~F. Scott Fitzgerald
Then followed that beautiful season… Summer….
Filled was the air with a dreamy and magical light; and the landscape
Lay as if new created in all the freshness of childhood.
~Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
What good is the warmth of summer, without the cold of winter to give it sweetness. ~John Steinbeck
In summer, the song sings itself. ~William Carlos Williams
Summer-induced stupidity. That was the diagnosis, I decided as I made my way up the dirt path in the pouring rain. ~Aimee Friedman, Sea ChangeTPVgb
Ah, summer, what power you have to make us suffer and like it. ~Russel Baker
To see the Summer Sky
Is Poetry, though never in a Book it lie –
True Poems flee.
Summer has set in with its usual severity. ~Samuel Taylor Coleridge
Rest is not idleness, and to lie sometimes on the grass on a summer day listening to the murmur of water, or watching the clouds float across the sky, is hardly a waste of time. ~John Lubbock
If a June night could talk, it would probably boast it invented romance. ~Bern Williams
O for a summer noon, when light and breeze
Sport on the grass, like ripples o’er a lake
Alive with freshness! when the full round Sun,
With the Creator’s smile upon his face,
Walks like a prince of glory through the path
Of Heaven!?Thou vast, and ever-glorious sky,
Mantling the earth with thy majestic robe…
~Robert Montgomery, “Beautiful Influences,” A Universal Prayer; Death; A Vision of Heaven; and A Vision of Hell; &c. &c., 1829TPVgb, QE2
No price is set on the lavish summer;
June may be had by the poorest comer.
~James Russell Lowell, The Vision of Sir Launfal, 1848
There shall be eternal summer in the grateful heart. ~Celia Thaxter
In winter I get up at night
And dress by yellow candle-light.
In summer quite the other way
I have to go to bed by day.
~Robert Louis Stevenson
Oh, the summer night
Has a smile of light
And she sits on a sapphire throne.
If it could only be like this always – always summer, always alone, the fruit always ripe… ~Evelyn Waugh
The first week of August hangs at the very top of summer, the top of the live-long year, like the highest seat of a Ferris wheel when it pauses in its turning. The weeks that come before are only a climb from balmy spring, and those that follow a drop to the chill of autumn, but the first week of August is motionless, and hot. It is curiously silent, too, with blank white dawns and glaring noons, and sunsets smeared with too much color. Often at night there is lightning, but it quivers all alone. ~Natalie Babbitt, Tuck Everlasting
The coldest winter I ever spent was a summer in San Francisco. ~Author unknown, commonly misattributed to Mark Twain
Summer afternoon?summer afternoon; to me those have always been the two most beautiful words in the English language. ~Henry James
I almost wish we were butterflies and liv’d but three summer days – three such days with you I could fill with more delight than fifty common years could ever contain. ~John Keats
A life without love is like a year without summer. ~Swedish Proverb