It was June, and the world smelled of roses. The sunshine was like powdered gold over the grassy hillside
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
Summer afternoon—summer afternoon; to me those have always been the two most beautiful words in the English language. » Henry James Getemoji
I walk without flinching through the burning cathedral of the summer. My bank of wild grass is majestic and full of music. It is a fire that solitude presses against my lips. ~Violette Leduc
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
It was June, and the world smelled of roses. The sunshine was like powdered gold over the grassy hillside.
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
What good is the warmth of summer, without the cold of winter to give it sweetness. » John Steinbeck
If a June night could talk, it would probably boast it invented romance. ~Bern Williams
Ah, summer, what power you have to make us suffer and like it.-- Russel Baker
In the long dusks of summer we walked the suburban streets through scents of maple and cut grass, waiting for something to happen.
What good is the warmth of summer, without the cold of winter to give it sweetness.― John Steinbeck
That old September feeling, left over from school days, of summer passing, vacation nearly done, obligations gathering, books and football in the air … Another fall, another turned page: there was something of jubilee in that annual autumnal beginning, as if last year’s mistakes had been wiped clean by summer. » Wallace Stegner
To see the Summer Sky
Is Poetry, though never in a Book it lie –
True Poems flee –
A single sunbeam is enough to drive away many shadows.-- St. Francis of Assisi
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. And there exudes a sour extra-human smell that makes the very stone seem flesh-alive, webbed and pulsing.
Another secret of the universe: Sometimes pain was like a storm that came out of nowhere. The clearest summer could end in a downpour. Could end in lightning and thunder― Benjamin Alire Sáenz
I drifted into a summer-nap under the hot shade of July, serenaded by a cicadae lullaby, to drowsy-warm dreams of distant thunder.
In winter I get up at night
And dress by yellow candle-light.
In summer quite the other way
I have to go to bed by day.
~Robert Louis Stevenson
I question not if thrushes sing,
If roses load the air;
Beyond my heart I need not reach
When all is summer there.
~John Vance Cheney
Oh, the summer night
Has a smile of light
And she sits on a sapphire throne.