“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
“Aaah, summer - that long anticipated stretch of lazy, lingering days, free of responsibility and rife with possibility. It's a time to hunt for insects, master handstands, practice swimming strokes, conquer trees, explore nooks and crannies, and make new friends.”— Darrell Hammond, summerlovenotes.com
“I almost wish we were butterflies and liv'd but three summer days - three such days with you I could fill with more delight than fifty common years could ever contain.”— John Keats, amazon.com
“And so with the sunshine and the great bursts of leaves growing on the trees, just as things grow in fast movies, I had that familiar conviction that life was beginning over again with the summer.”— F. Scott Fitzgerald, amazon.com
“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, amazon.com
“All in all, it was a never to be forgotten summer — one of those summers which come seldom into any life, but leave a rich heritage of beautiful memories in their going — one of those summers which, in a fortunate combination of delightful weather, delightful friends and delightful doing, come as ne…”— L.M Montgomery, amazon.com
“We thread our way through a moving forest of ice-cream cones and crimson thighs.”— Jean-Dominique Bauby, amazon.com
“Summer set lip to earth’s bosom bare; And left the flushed print in a poppy there: Like a yawn of fire from the grass it came, And the fanning wind puffed it to flapping flame.”— Francis Thompson, amazon.com
“The morning heat had already soaked through the walls, rising up from the floor like a ghost of summers past.”— Erik Tomblin, amazon.com
“The castle grounds were gleaming in the sunlight as though freshly painted; the cloudless sky smiled at itself in the smoothly sparkling lake, the satin-green lawns rippled occasionally in a gentle breeze: June had arrived.”— J.K Rowling, amazon.com
“The crickets felt it was their duty to warn everybody that summertime cannot last for ever. Even on the most beautiful days in the whole year – the days when summer is changing into autumn – the crickets spread the rumor of sadness and change.”— E. B. White, 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. The weeks that come before are only a climb from balmy spring, and those that follow a drop to the chill of autumn, but the first week of Au…”— Natalie Babbit, amazon.com
“When people went on vacation, they shed their home skins, thought they could be a new person.”— Aimee Friedman, amazon.com
“Everything good, everything magical happens between the months of June and August.”— Jenny Han, amazon.com
“In the long dusks of summer we walked the suburban streets through scents of maple and cut grass, waiting for something to happen.”— Steven Millhauser, amazon.com
“New York is strange in the summer. Life goes on as usual but it’s not, it’s like everyone is just pretending, as if everyone has been cast as the star in a movie about their life, so they’re one step removed from it. And then in September it all gets normal again.”— Peter Cameron, amazon.com
“It was one of those March days when the sun shines hot and the wind blows cold: when it is summer in the light, and winter in the shade.”— Charles Dickens, amazon.com
“Green was the silence, wet was the light, the month of June trembled like a butterfly.”— Pablo Neruda, amazon.com