Summer Quotes and Sayings

Quotes on Summer

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, Mad in Pursuit

Ah, summer, what power you have to make us suffer and like it. ~Russel Baker

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

If a June night could talk, it would probably boast it invented romance. ~Bern Williams

Summer set lip to earth’s bosom bare,

And left the flushed print in a poppy there.

~Francis Thompson

To see the Summer Sky

Is Poetry, though never in a Book it lie -

True Poems flee.

~Emily Dickinson

What is one to say about June, the time of perfect young summer, the fulfillment of the promise of the earlier months, and with as yet no sign to remind one that its fresh young beauty will ever fade. ~Gertrude Jekyll

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

In June, as many as a dozen species may burst their buds on a single day. No man can heed all of these anniversaries; no man can ignore all of them. ~Aldo Leopold

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

It’s a cruel season that makes you get ready for bed while it’s light out. ~Bill Watterson

Oh, the summer night

Has a smile of light

And she sits on a sapphire throne.

~Barry Cornwall

In the depth of winter, I finally learned that within me there lay an invincible summer. ~Albert Camus

There shall be eternal summer in the grateful heart. ~Celia Thaxter

The summer night is like a perfection of thought. ~Wallace Stevens

In summer, the song sings itself. ~William Carlos Williams

Deep summer is when laziness finds respectability. ~Sam Keen

Summer has set in with its usual severity. ~Samuel Taylor Coleridge

People don’t notice whether it’s winter or summer when they’re happy. ~Anton Chekhov

A life without love is like a year without summer. ~Swedish Proverb

Press close, bare-bosomed Night! Press close, magnetic,

nourishing Night!

Night of south winds! Night of the large, few stars!

Still, nodding Night! Mad, naked, Summer Night!

~Walt Whitman

What good is the warmth of summer, without the cold of winter to give it sweetness. ~John Steinbeck

Being a child at home alone in the summer is a high-risk occupation. If you call your mother at work thirteen times an hour, she can hurt you. ~Erma Bombeck

The coldest winter I ever spent was a summer in San Francisco. ~Author unknown, commonly misattributed to Mark Twain

Do what we can, summer will have its flies. ~Ralph Waldo Emerson

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

One benefit of summer was that each day we had more light to read by. ~Jeannette Walls, The Glass Castle

Green was the silence, wet was the light,

the month of June trembled like a butterfly....

~Pablo Neruda

Heat, ma’am! it was so dreadful here, that I found there was nothing left for it but to take off my flesh and sit in my bones. ~Sydney Smith, Lady Holland’s Memoir

Rest is not idleness, and to lie sometimes on the grass under the trees on a summer’s day, listening to the murmur of water, or watching the clouds float across the blue sky, is by no means waste of time. ~John Lubbock, "Recreation," The Use of Life, 1894

Each fairy breath of summer, as it blows with loveliness, inspires the blushing rose. ~Author Unknown

There is no price set on the lavish summer,

And June may be had by the poorest comer.

~James Russell Lowell, The Vision of Sir Launfal

 

   

 

It was June, and the world smelled of roses. The sunshine was like powdered gold over the grassy hillside. ~Maud Hart Lovelace, Betsy-Tacy and Tib, 1941

Summer afternoon—summer afternoon; to me those have always been the two most beautiful words in the English language. ~Henry James

Hey! It’s summer! Be free and happy and danceful and uninhibited and now-y! ~Terri Guillemets

O for a summer noon, when light and breeze

Sport on the grass, like ripples o’er a lake

Alive with freshness! when the full round Sun,

With the Creator’s smile upon his face,

Walks like a prince of glory through the path

Of Heaven!—Thou vast, and ever-glorious sky,

Mantling the earth with thy majestic robe...

~Robert Montgomery, "Beautiful Influences," A Universal Prayer; Death; A Vision of Heaven; and A Vision of Hell; &c. &c., 1829

I am Summer, come to lure you away from your computer... come dance on my fresh grass, dig your toes into my beaches. ~Oriana Green, @NatureSpirits

Love is to the heart what the summer is to the farmer’s year — it brings to harvest all the loveliest flowers of the soul. ~Author Unknown

Then followed that beautiful season... Summer....

Filled was the air with a dreamy and magical light; and the landscape

Lay as if new created in all the freshness of childhood.

~Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Now the heart is so full that a drop overfills it,

We are happy now because God so wills it;

No matter how barren the past may have been,

’T is enough for us now that the leaves are green;

We sit in the warm shade and feel right well

How the sap creeps up and the blossoms swell...

The breeze comes whispering in our ear,

That dandelions are blossoming near...

Every thing is upward striving;

’T is as easy now for the heart to be true

As for grass to be green or skies to be blue, —

’T is the natural way of living...

~James Russell Lowell, The Vision of Sir Launfal

I drifted into a summer-nap under the hot shade of July, serenaded by a cicadae lullaby, to drowsy-warm dreams of distant thunder. ~Terri Guillemets

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

Summer is the time when one sheds one’s tensions with one’s clothes, and the right kind of day is jeweled balm for the battered spirit. A few of those days and you can become drunk with the belief that all’s right with the world. ~Ada Louise Huxtable

Summer-induced stupidity. That was the diagnosis, I decided as I made my way up the dirt path in the pouring rain. ~Aimee Friedman, Sea Change

Spring flew swiftly by, and summer came; and if the village had been beautiful at first, it was now in the full glow and luxuriance of its richness. The great trees, which had looked shrunken and bare in the earlier months, had now burst into strong life and health; and stretching forth their green arms over the thirsty ground, converted open and naked spots into choice nooks, where was a deep and pleasant shade from which to look upon the wide prospect, steeped in sunshine, which lay stretched out beyond. The earth had donned her mantle of brightest green; and shed her richest perfumes abroad. It was the prime and vigour of the year; all things were glad and flourishing. ~Charles Dickens, Oliver Twist

If it could only be like this always — always summer, always alone, the fruit always ripe... ~Evelyn Waugh

A man says a lot of things in summer he doesn’t mean in winter. ~Patricia Briggs

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 August is motionless, and hot. It is curiously silent, too, with blank white dawns and glaring noons, and sunsets smeared with too much color. Often at night there is lightning, but it quivers all alone. ~Natalie Babbitt, Tuck Everlasting

This was one of those perfect New England days in late summer where the spirit of autumn takes a first stealing flight, like a spy, through the ripening country-side, and, with feigned sympathy for those who droop with August heat, puts her cool cloak of bracing air about leaf and flower and human shoulders. ~Sarah Orne Jewett

The end-of-summer winds make people restless. ~Sebastian Faulks, Engleby

There is something deep within us that sobs at endings. Why, God, does everything have to end? Why does all nature grow old? Why do spring and summer have to go? ~ Joe Wheeler