“It was June, and the world smelled of roses. The sunshine was like powdered gold over the grassy hillside.”— Maud Hart Lovelace, 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
“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
“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
“Keep your face always toward the sunshine, and shadows will fall behind you.”— Walt Whitman, 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