“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
“. . . 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
“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
“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
“We thread our way through a moving forest of ice-cream cones and crimson thighs.”— Jean-Dominique Bauby, amazon.com
“It is easy to forget now, how effervescent and free we all felt that summer.”— Anna Godbersen, 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
“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
“Summer is the time when one sheds one's tensions with one's clothes, and the right kind of day is jeweled balm for the battered spirit. A few of those days and you can become drunk with the belief that all's right with the world.”— Ada Louise Huxtable, amazon.com
“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