Quotes on Summer Is Coming

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

That familiar conviction that life was beginning over again with the summer.

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.

Summer bachelors, like summer breezes, are never as cool as they pretend to be.

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

But then fall comes, kicking summer out on its treacherous ass as it always does one day sometime after the midpoint of September, it stays awhile like an old friend that you have missed. It settles in the way an old friend will settle into your favorite chair and take out his pipe and light it and then fill the afternoon with stories of places he has been and things he has done since last he saw you.

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.

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.

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.