What good is the warmth of summer, without the cold of winter to give it sweetness.
Live in the sunshine, swim the sea, drink the wild air.
Deep summer is when laziness finds respectability.
Smell the sea, and feel the sky. Let your soul and spirit fly.
Everything good, everything magical happens between the months of June and August.
Summer, after all, is a time when wonderful things can happen to quiet people.
One must maintain a little bit of summer, even in the middle of winter.
I love how summer just wraps its arms around you like a warm blanket.
Summer afternoon—summer afternoon; to me those have always been the two most beautiful words in the English language.
A life without love is like a year without summer.
August rain: the best of the summer gone, and the new fall not yet born. The odd uneven time.
The summer night is like a perfection of thought.
Summertime is always the best of what might be.
In summer, the song sings itself.
Summer has filled her veins with light and her heart is washed with noon.