quotations about summer
Perhaps there is no time in a summer's day more cheering, than when the warmth of the sun is just beginning to triumph over the freshness of the morning--when there is just a lingering hint of early coolness to keep off languor under the delicious influence of warmth.
GEORGE ELIOT
Adam Bede
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
The Great Gatsby
That's why I loved and hated summers. Because they made me want to believe.
BENJAMIN ALIRE SAENZ
Aristotle and Dante Discover the Secrets of the Universe
SUMMER, season of beauty and of full-blown rosy warmth, when earth is clad in its grandest and most gorgeous attire; and nature is in all the majesty of adult splendour; at early dawn weeping gladness, at noon cheering alike the sad hearts and the joyous, and at the vesper hour casting a halo of sanctified and happy rest on all God's creatures here below. Who has not felt the first warmth of a summer's sun drive from his heart every desponding fear, and wake to new life and strength the last glimmering rays of his feeble faith. Hear, now the merry song of the haymakers, as with light hearts and lighter steps, intoxicated as it were by the healthful aroma of new-mown hay, each tries to outstrip the other in industry and activity. Here may be seen the horny-handed, sun-burnt son of toil, whom three-score years have left with ardour yet undaunted; there the comely matron, and close by her side blushing sixteen. 'Tis in the summer evening, 'mid the flowery lanes of his native country, that the honest rustic, with the maiden of his choice, plants the first pure and holy kiss on her young, trusting and rosy lips, and there, unseen or unheard by all but high Heaven above, swears to love, honour, and protect her as long as his manly heart beats in his breast, and hers revibrates in her woman's bosom. Summer wakes to new life and birth all earth and its inhabitants; the ice-bound arctic and antarctic circles, the stormy cold regions of the north and south, the mild climes of the temperate zone, and the sunny lands of the tropics. Summer brings joy and gladness to the uttermost parts of earth, and animated nature, the rocks and the hills, the deserts and the table lands, don the bright garb of summer.
T. AUGUSTUS FORBES LEITH
"On Summer", Short Essays
Let me go on like I
Blister in the sun
Let me go on
Big hands, I know you're the one
VIOLENT FEMMES
"Blister in the Sun"
O summer day beside the joyous sea!
O summer day so wonderful and white,
So full of gladness and so full of pain!
Forever and forever shalt thou be
To some the gravestone of a dead delight,
To some the landmark of a new domain.
HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW
"A Summer Day by the Sea"
Summer is watermelons and swimming pools and home-grown tomatoes and the scent of freshly mowed lawns.
ANONYMOUS
"Summer is here: What are we going to do about it?", The Commercial Dispatch, July 6, 2017
In the summertime when the weather is hot
You can stretch right up and touch the sky
When the weather's fine
You got women, you got women on your mind
Have a drink, have a drive
Go out and see what you can find
MUNGO JERRY
"In the Summertime"
No more pencils
No more books
No more teacher's dirty looks
Well we got no class
And we got no principles
And we got no innocence
We can't even think of a word that rhymes
School's out for summer
School's out forever
School's been blown to pieces
ALICE COOPER
"School's Out"
After mowing the lawn or pulling weeds or putting clothes on the clothesline when it's hot, summer hot, unscrewing the hose from a sprinkler and taking big gulp from that hose? There's nothing like it. You can feel the water go all the way down to your tummy, cooling every inch and if you're really hot you take that same hose and water your face, too. It's a summer event that's not to be missed.
TRINA MACHACEK
"Is This You? Drinking in Summer", Nevada Appeal, July 7, 2017
I spent my youth dealing with year-round summers, making me something of an expert on the subject. Drawing on that expertise, allow me to explain in vivid and inarguable detail why summer is the fetid meat wedged between the delightful bread of spring and autumn.
REX HUPPKE
"The Unbearable Dreadfulness of Summer", Chicago Tribune, July 5, 2017
For mouldering columns still look gay
When summer sunbeams o'er them shine.
ROSA VERTNER JEFFREY
"Hopes and Fears"
Summer afternoon--summer afternoon; to me those have always been the two most beautiful words in the English language.
HENRY JAMES
attributed, A Backward Glance
Summertime is finally here ...
And it's two bare feet on the dashboard
Young love and an old Ford
Cheap shades and a tattoo
And a Yoo-Hoo bottle on the floorboard
Perfect song on the radio
Sing along 'cause it's one we know
It's a smile, it's a kiss
It's a sip of wine, it's summertime
Sweet summertime
KENNY CHESNEY
"Summertime"
From brightening fields of ether fair-disclosed,
Child of the Sun, refulgent Summer comes,
In pride of youth, and felt through Nature's depth;
He comes, attended by the sultry Hours,
And ever-fanning breezes, on his way.
JAMES THOMSON
"Summer", The Seasons
Summer, summer, summertime
time to sit back and unwind.
WILL SMITH
"Summertime", Homebase
Summer's one redeeming quality is the Fourth of July, which is great only because explosions are awesome. But now that Independence Day has come and gone, there's nothing good left of summer -- just another two months of misery and blech.
REX HUPPKE
"The Unbearable Dreadfulness of Summer", Chicago Tribune, July 5, 2017
All along the summer wheat
Swaying, supple-limbed and slender
Ripples trip and breezes greet
Tips of ears with kisses tender.
Sweetest Summer never grew
Wheat as supple as thy body,
Would I were a breeze, and you
Summer wheat, my sinuous Maudie.
J. A. HEWITT
"Maudie", Summer Songs and Other Poems
Though summer is gone, and hath parted
Enjoyment's gay scene like its beam,
Though memory's left lonely hearted
To hang on its joy shadow'd gleam;
Which though every day passes over,
And dims with the stillness of night,
Yet the soul's watchful gaze can discover
THe trace of its meteor left light.
OSCAR
"Though Summer is Gone and Hath Parted", Cleone, Summer's Sunset Vision, the Confession, with other poems and stanzas
Slow comes the death of a dream painted in summer's night.
DAN SEERING
Summer's Gone: Lyrics and Poems of a Lifetime