“Summer afternoon—summer afternoon; to me those have always been the two most beautiful words in the English language.”— Henry James, goodreads.com
“I fell for her in summer, my lovely summer girl, From summer she is made, my lovely summer girl, I’d love to spend a winter with my lovely summer girl, But I’m never warm enough for my lovely summer girl, It’s summer when she smiles, I’m laughing like a child, It’s the summer of our lives; we’ll con…”— Maggie Stiefvater, amazon.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
“That was the summer when everything we would become was hovering just over our heads”— Junot Dìaz, 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
“What good is the warmth of summer, without the cold of winter to give it sweetness.”— John Steinbeck, amazon.com
“Every summer morning seems to be the first in the world. Each twilight seems to be the last, solemn agony, announced at sunset by a final glow that darkens every hue. The sea is ultramarine, the road the color of clotted blood, the beach yellow. Everything disappears with the green sun; an hour late…”— Albert Camus, amazon.com
“My old grandmother always used to say, Summer friends will melt away like summer snows, but winter friends are friends forever.”— George R.R. Martin, amazon.com
“In the depths of winter, I finally learned that within me there lay an invincible summer.”— Albert Camus, 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
“The French called this time of day “l’heure bleue.” To the English it was “the gloaming.” The very word “gloaming” reverberates, echoes—the gloaming, the glimmer, the glitter, the glisten, the glamour—carrying in its consonants the images of houses shuttering, gardens darkening, grass-lined rivers s…”— Joan Didion, amazon.com
“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