Quotes on End Of Summer

Those final weeks, spanning end of summer and the beginning of another autumn, are blurred in memory, perhaps because our understanding of each other had reached that sweet depth where two people communicate more often in silence than in words: an affectionate quietness replaces the tensions, the unrelaxed chatter and chasing about that produce a friendship’s more showy, more, in the surface sense, dramatic moments.

So that's what I'm here to become. And suddenly, this word fills me with a brand of sadness I haven't felt since childhood. The kind of sadness you feel at the end of summer. When the fireflies are gone, the ponds have dried up and the plants are wilted, weary from being so green.

People don't notice whether it's winter or summer when they're happy.

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

It will not always be summer: build barns.

Farewell, my old fan. / Having scribbled on it, / What could I do but tear it / At the end of summer?

Summer has set in with its usual severity.

One must maintain a little bittle of summer, even in the middle of winter.

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

Green was the silence, wet was the light, the month of June trembled like a butterfly.

Summer afternoon, summer afternoon; to me those have always been the two most beautiful words in the English language.

summer was our best season: it was sleeping on the back screeneed porch in cots, or trying to sleep in the treehouse; summer was everything good to eat;it was a thousand colors in a parched landscape.

Bees do have a smell, you know, and if they don't they should, for their feet are dusted with spices from a million flowers.