In summer, the song sings itself.
Friends, sun, sand, and sea, that sounds like a summer to me.
Summer afternoon—summer afternoon; to me those have always been the two most beautiful words in the English language.
Summer's lease hath all too short a date.
Summer: Hair gets lighter. Skin gets darker. Water gets warmer. Drinks get colder. Music gets louder. Nights get longer. Life gets better.
Oh, the summer night, has a smile of light, and she sits on a sapphire throne.
Smell the sea, and feel the sky. Let your soul and spirit fly.
One must maintain a little bit of summer, even in the middle of winter.
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.
Deep summer is when laziness finds respectability.
I have only to break into the tightness of a strawberry, and I see summer – its dust and lowering skies.
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.
One benefit of summer was that each day we had more light to read by.
In the depth of winter I finally learned that there was in me an invincible summer.
Summer means happy times and good sunshine. It means going to the beach, going to Disneyland, having fun.