Summertime is always the best of what might be.
Summer has filled her veins with light and her heart is washed with noon.
Everything good, everything magical happens between the months of June and August.
Summer's lease hath all too short a date.
The summer night is like a perfection of thought.
It was June, and the world smelled of roses. The sunshine was like powdered gold over the grassy hillside.
Summer afternoon—summer afternoon; to me, those have always been the two most beautiful words in the English language.
I know I am but summer to your heart, and not the full four seasons of the year.
One must maintain a little bittle of summer, even in the middle of winter.
What good is the warmth of summer, without the cold of winter to give it sweetness.
A life without love is like a year without summer.
Summer: Hair gets lighter. Skin gets darker. Water gets warmer. Drinks get colder. Music gets louder. Nights get longer. Life gets better.
Deep summer is when laziness finds respectability.
Let us dance in the sun, wearing wildflowers in our hair.
Summer means happy times and good sunshine. It means going to the beach, going to Disneyland, having fun.
In summer, the song sings itself.