SUMMER QUOTES
quotations about summer
O thou who passest through our valleys in
Thy strength, curb thy fierce steeds, allay the heat
That flames from their large nostrils! Thou, O Summer,
Oft pitchest here thy golden tent, and oft
Beneath our oaks hast slept, while we beheld
With joy thy ruddy limbs and flourishing hair.
WILLIAM BLAKE
"To Summer"
Summer breeze makes me feel fine
Blowing through the jasmine in my mind
THE ISLEY BROTHERS
"Summer Breeze"
Summer is the annual permission slip to be lazy. To do nothing and have it count for something.
REGINA BRETT
attributed, Grief One Day at a Time
I know I am but summer to your heart, and not the full four seasons of the year.
EDNA ST. VINCENT MILLAY
Poems
It's summertime and the living is easy
Fish are jumping and the cotton is high
Your daddy's rich and your mama's good looking
Hush little baby
Don't you cry
SAM COOKE
"Summertime"
Oh, the summer night
Has a smile of light
And she sits on a sapphire throne.
BARRY W. PROCTER
The Nights
A perfect summer day is when the sun is shining, the birds are singing ... and the lawn mower is broken.
JAMES DENT
Good Housekeeping, August 2009
Summer of roses! O empress of flowers!
You are all I care to know: you and your many sisters.
FRANCIS JAMMES
"Summer of Roses"
Sweet sweet burn of sun and summer wind
And you my friend, my new fun thing, my summer fling
K. D. LANG
"Summerfling"
Rest is not idleness, and to lie sometimes on the grass under trees on a summer's day, listening to the murmur of the water, or watching the clouds float across the sky, is by no means a waste of time.
JOHN LUBBOCK
The Use of Life
Summer is also the time of being ganged up on by the twins terrors of heat and humidity. It is a time when playground equipment is too hot to play on, a time when grief counselors are standing by as you open your electric bill.
ANONYMOUS
"Summer is here: What are we going to do about it?", The Commercial Dispatch, July 6, 2017
I let my summer days pass idly on.
GEORGE ARNOLD
"Drift"
It's funny how one summer can change everything. It must be something about the heat and the smell of chlorine, fresh-cut grass and honeysuckle, asphalt sizzling after late-day thunderstorms, the steam rising while everything drips around it. Something about long, lazy days and whirring air conditioners and bright plastic flip-flops from the drugstore thwacking down the street. Something about fall being so close, another year, another Christmas, another beginning. So much in one summer, stirring up like the storms that crest at the end of each day, blowing out all the heat and dirt to leave everything gasping and cool. Everyone can reach back to one summer and lay a finger to it, finding the exact point when everything changed.
SARAH DESSEN
That Summer
Summer -- summer -- summer! The soundless footsteps on the grass!
JOHN GALSWORTHY
Indian Summer of a Forsyte
O May! robed in your gown of flowers,
Nun-like, gaze from your balmy cell,
Under your crown of asphodel,
And sentinel all the summer hours;
Rising among your daisy bowers,
Like Venus from her cradled shell!
HENRY ABBEY
"May Dreams"
Hot town, summer in the city
Back of my neck getting dirty and gritty
Been down, isn't it a pity
Doesn't seem to be a shadow in the city
All around, people looking half dead
Walking on the sidewalk, hotter than a match head
But at night it's a different world
Go out and find a girl
Come-on come-on and dance all night
Despite the heat it'll be alright
THE LOVIN' SPOONFUL
"Summer in the City"
How delightful to recline on a summer's day, under some aged oak, on the matted grass; and as the brook glides along, the birds singing above our head, we are rocked to sleep by the purling waters from the murmuring fountains.
HORACE
attributed, Day's Collacon
But I can see you--
Your brown skin shinin' in the sun
You got your hair combed back and your sunglasses on, baby
And I can tell you my love for you will still be strong
After the boys of summer have gone
DON HENLEY
"The Boys of Summer"
One swallow maketh not summer.
JOHN HEYWOOD
Proverbs
Summer is a despicable season. Don't argue with me, I'm right. It's awful. Awful and dreadful and wretched and vile and I hate it. If summer was a person, I would stare at it menacingly. If it was a business, I would write a blistering Yelp review, and I'd probably ruin my laptop doing so because my hands would be slimy with sunscreen and bug repellant, which are two additional reasons I loathe summer.
REX HUPPKE
"The Unbearable Dreadfulness of Summer", Chicago Tribune, July 5, 2017