The summer night is like a perfection of thought.
By Wallace Stevens
Tears are the summer showers to the soul.
By Alfred Austin
When the sun gets hot and the moon gets hazy
good girls go bad… and it gets crazy!
Oh, the summer night
Has a smile of light
And she sits on a sapphire throne.
I never promised you a happy ending
You never said you wouldn’t make me cry
but summer love will keep us warm
Long after our autumn goodbye.
Well I guess that it’s typical
To cling to memories you’ll never get back again
And to sort through old photographs
Of a summer long ago
Or a friend that you used to know
Summer makes me drowsy. Autumn makes me sing. Winter’s pretty lousy, but I hate Spring.”
By Dorothy Parker.
What dreadful hot weather we have! It keeps me in a continual state of inelegance.
By Jane Austen
I question not if thrushes sing, If roses load the air; Beyond my heart I need not reach When all is summer there.
By John Vance Cheney
Summer afternoon – Summer afternoon… the two most beautiful words in the English language.
By Henry James
Do what we can, summer will have its flies.
By Ralph Waldo Emerson
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.
By Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Winter is an etching, spring a watercolor, summer an oil painting and autumn a mosaic of them all.
By Stanley Horowitz
In the midst of winter, I finally learned that there was in me an invincible summer.
By Albert Camus
Summer brings us nice warm sun
For swimming, fishing, and lots of fun
For finding seashells in the sand
For sunbathing to get a tan
To do all these things and more
At the beach and seashore
It was a splendid summer morning and it seemed as if nothing could go wrong
By John Cheever
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.
By Charles Dickens
Being a child at home alone in the summer is a high-risk occupation. If you call your mother at work thirteen times an hour, she can hurt you.
By Erma Bombeck
Knowing trees, I understand the meaning of patience. Knowing grass, I can appreciate persistence.
By Hal Borland
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.
By Robert Louis Stevenson