What good is the warmth of summer, without the cold of winter to give it sweetness.
Summer, after all, is a time when wonderful things can happen to quiet people.
Live in the sunshine, swim the sea, drink the wild air.
The tans will fade, but the memories will last forever.
Summer will end soon enough, and childhood as well.
Ah, summer, what power you have to make us suffer and like it.
Friends, sun, sand, and sea, that sounds like a summer to me.
I know I am but summer to your heart, and not the full four seasons of the year.
One must maintain a little bit of summer, even in the middle of winter.
Everything good, everything magical happens between the months of June and August.
Summer has filled her veins with light and her heart is washed with noon.
I wonder what it would be like to live in a world where it was always June.