Quotes on Summertime

If it's wild to your own heart, protect it. Preserve it. Love it. And fight for it, and dedicate yourself to it, whether it's a mountain range, your wife, your husband, or even (god forbid) your job. It doesn't matter if it's wild to anyone else: if it's what makes your heart sing, if it's what makes your days soar like a hawk in the summertime, then focus on it. Because for sure, it's wild, and if it's wild, it'll mean you're still free. No matter where you are.

To see the Summer Sky Is Poetry, though never in a Book it lie— True Poems flee—

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

Summertime And the living is easy Fish are jumpin' And the cotton is high Oh, your daddy's rich And your mama's good lookin' So hush little baby now don't you cry One of these mornin's You're gonna rise up singin' Then you'll spread your wings And take to the sky But til that mornin' Ain't nothin' can harm you With your daddy And your mammy standin' by.

It's a cruel season that makes you get ready for bed while it's light out.

What do I want to take home from my summer vacation? Time. The wonderful luxury of being at rest. The days when you shut down the mental machinery that keeps life on track and let life simply wander. The days when you stop planning, analyzing, thinking and just are. Summer is my period of grace.

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

Live in each season as it passes: breathe the air, drink the drink, taste the fruit.

There are many in this old world of ours who hold that things break about even for all of us. I have observed, for example, that we all get the same amount of ice. The rich get it in the summertime and the poor get it in the winter.

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.

When I was 14, I did all kinds of different odd jobs. I had a chicken farm, had an ice cream operation in the summertime, worked as a caddy; all things to make money and save money. Save money in order to invest - that was the first step, though I never really accumulated very much because of other demands like bicycles and things like that.

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.

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.

Summer's lease hath all too short a date.