A perfect summer day is when the sun is shining, the breeze is blowing and mojito in your hand.
Summer afternoon, summer afternoon; to me those have always been the two most beautiful words in the English language.
The summer night is like a perfection of thought.
Ah, summer, what power you have to make us suffer and like it.
A life without love is like a year without spring.
In summer, the song sings itself.
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.
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.
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.
One must maintain a little bittle of summer, even in the middle of winter.
People don't notice whether it's winter or summer when they're happy.
If a June night could talk, it would probably boast it invented romance.
That familiar conviction that life was beginning over again with the summer.
To see the Summer Sky Is Poetry, though never in a Book it lie— True Poems flee—
Oh, the summer night, Has a smile of light, And she sits on a sapphire throne.
What good is the warmth of summer, without the cold of winter to give it sweetness.
Do what we can, summer will have its flies.
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.
If it could only be like this always - always summer, always alone, the fruit always ripe and Aloysius in a good temper.
I know I am but summer to your heart, and not the full four seasons of the year.
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