Summer afternoon—summer afternoon; to me those have always been the two most beautiful words in the English language.
People don't notice whether it's winter or summer when they're happy.
Smell the sea, and feel the sky. Let your soul and spirit fly.
Oh, the summer night, has a smile of light, and she sits on a sapphire throne.
In early June the world of leaf and blade and flowers explode, and every sunset is different.
Summertime is always the best of what might be.
Summer means happy times and good sunshine. It means going to the beach, going to Disneyland, having fun.
The summer night is like a perfection of thought.
A life without love is like a year without summer.
Live in the sunshine, swim the sea, drink the wild air.
August rain: the best of the summer gone, and the new fall not yet born. The odd uneven time.
Summer has filled her veins with light and her heart is washed with noon.
One must maintain a little bit of summer, even in the middle of winter.
I know I am but summer to your heart, and not the full four seasons of the year.
Deep summer is when laziness finds respectability.