55 Beautiful Quotes To Celebrate The Sweet Bliss Of Summer

“Happy. Just in my swim shorts, barefooted, wild-haired, in the red fire dark, singing, swigging wine, spitting, jumping, running - that’s the way to live.”

— Jack Kerouac, amazon.com

“The beauty of that June day was almost staggering. After the wet spring, everything that could turn green had outdone itself in greenness and everything that could even dream of blooming or blossoming was in bloom and blossom. The sunlight was a benediction. The breezes were so caressingly soft and…”

— Dan Simmons, amazon.com

“A good swimming pool could do that — make the rest of the world seem impossibly insignificant, as far away as the surface of the moon.”

— Emma Straub, amazon.com

“Summer is the annual permission slip to be lazy. To do nothing and have it count for something. To lie in the grass and count the stars. To sit on a branch and study the clouds.”

— Regina Brett, pinterest.com

“But how could anyone who's ever seen a summer - big explosion of green and skies lit up electric with splashy sunsets, a riot of flowers and wind that smells like honey - pick the snow?”

— Lauren Oliver, amazon.com

“We thread our way through a moving forest of ice-cream cones and crimson thighs.”

— Jean-Dominique Bauby, amazon.com

“What is one to say about June, the time of perfect young summer, the fulfillment of the promise of the earlier months, and with as yet no sign to remind one that its fresh young beauty will ever fade.”

— Gertrude Jekyll, amazon.com

“I have only to break into the tightness of a strawberry, and I see summer – its dust and lowering skies.”

— Toni Morrison, amazon.com

“At these times, the things that troubled her seemed far away and unimportant: all that mattered was the hum of the bees and the chirp of birdsong, the way the sun gleamed on the edge of a blue wildflower, the distant bleat and clink of grazing goats.”

— Alison Croggon, amazon.com

“Some of the best memories are made in flip-flops.”

— Kellie Elmore, pinterest.com

“Summertime. It was a song. It was a season. I wondered if that season would ever live inside of me.”

— Benjamin Alire Sáenz, amazon.com

“Life, now, was unfolding before me, constantly and visibly, like the flowers of summer that drop fanlike petals on eternal soil.”

— Roman Payne, amazon.com

“In early June the world of leaf and blade and flowers explodes, and every sunset is different.”

— John Steinbeck, amazon.com

“Now the windows, blinded by the glare of the empty square, had fallen asleep. The balconies declared their emptiness to heaven; the open doorways smelt of coolness and wine.”

— Bruno Schulz, amazon.com

“The first week of August hangs at the very top of summer, the top of the live-long year, like the highest seat of a Ferris wheel when it pauses in its turning.”

— Natalie Babbit, amazon.com

“But especially he loved to run in the dim twilight of the summer midnights, listening to the subdued and sleepy murmurs of the forest, reading signs and sounds as a man may read a book, and seeking for the mysterious something that called—called, waking or sleeping, at all times, for him to come.”

— Jack London, amazon.com

“Let us dance in the sun, wearing wild flowers in our hair.”

— Susan Polis Schutz, pinterest.com

“Spring flew swiftly by, and summer came; and if the village had been beautiful at first, it was now in the full glow and luxuriance of its richness. The great trees, which had looked shrunken and bare in the earlier months, had now burst into strong life and health; and stretching forth their green…”

— Charles Dickens, amazon.com

“. . . prodigal summer, the season of extravagant procreation. It could wear out everything in its path with its passionate excesses, but nothing alive with wings or a heart or a seed curled into itself in the ground could resist welcoming it back when it came.”

— Barbara Kingsolver, amazon.com

“It is easy to forget now, how effervescent and free we all felt that summer.”

— Anna Godbersen, amazon.com

“The island is ours. Here, in some way, we are young forever.”

— E. Lockhart, amazon.com

“The only way I could describe what kissing him felt like was, like the last day of school, knowing that months of freedom and sunshine lay before you, the feeling that you could do anything you wanted and time stretched out in endless possibilities.”

— Robin Benway, amazon.com

“Summer was our best season: it was sleeping on the back screened porch in cots, or trying to sleep in the tree house; summer was everything good to eat; it was a thousand colors in a parched landscape.”

— Harper Lee, Scout, amazon.com

“I have lived pain, and my life can tell: I only deepen the wound of the world when I neglect to give thanks the heavy perfume of wild roses in early July and the song of crickets on summer humid nights and the rivers that run and the stars that rise and the rain that falls and all the good things th…”

— Ann Voskamp, amazon.com

“Hot weather opens the skull of a city, exposing its white brain, and its heart of nerves, which sizzle like the wires inside a lightbulb.”

— Truman Capote, amazon.com

“Summer has filled her veins with light and her heart is washed with noon.”

— C. Day Lewis, instagram.com

“In the summer, the days were long, stretching into each other. Out of school, everything was on pause and yet happening at the same time, this collection of weeks when anything was possible.”

— Sarah Dessen, amazon.com

“Everything good, everything magical happens between the months of June and August.”

— Jenny Han, amazon.com

“How sweet I roamed from field to field, and tasted all the summer's pride.”

— William Blake, poetryfoundation.org

“A perfect summer day is when the sun is shining, the breeze is blowing, the birds are singing, and the lawn mower is broken.”

— James Dent, pinterest.com