Quote Lady's Quotes by Subject, Summer

Summer

All in all, it was a never-to-be-forgotten summer — one of those summers which come seldom into any life, but leave a rich heritage of beautiful memories in their going — one of those summers which, in a fortunate combination of delightful weather, delightful friends and delightful doing, come as near to perfection as anything can come in this world.--L. M. Montgomery (Anne's House of Dreams)
All the live murmur of a summer's day.--Matthew Arnold (Scholar Gypsy)
And pomp, and feast, and revelry,
With mask, and antique pageantry,
Such sights as youthful poets dream
On summer eves by haunted stream.--John Milton ("L'Allegro")
As summer winds that creep from flower to flower.--Percy Bysshe Shelley ("Hymn to Intellectual Beauty.")
August creates as she slumbers, replete and satisfied.--Joseph Wood Krutch ("August" The Twelve Seasons)
Autumn to winter, winter to spring,
Spring into summer, summer into fall--
So rolls the changing year, and so we change
Motion so swift, we know not that we move.--Dinah Mulock Craik
Caught summer is always an imagined time.
Time gave it, yes, but time out of any mind.
There must be prime
In the heart to beget that season, to reach past rain and find
Riding the palest days
Its perfect blaze.--Richard Wilbur (The Beautiful Changes)
Fairest of the months!
Ripe summer's queen
The hey-day of the year
With robes that gleam with sunny sheen
Sweet August doth appear.
--R. Combe Miller
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.--Natalie Babbitt (Tuck Everlasting)
For a brief time each year, Crater Lake National Park emerges from winter hibernation to bask in summertime glory..... During this brief summertime window, one maginficent day typically follows another.--"Crater Lake" (www.nps.gov/crla/planyourvisit/)
For him in vain the envious seasons roll
Who bears eternal summer in his soul.--Oliver Wendell Holmes (The Old Player)
Green was the silence, wet was the light,
the month of June trembled like a butterfly.--Pablo Neruda (100 Love Sonnets)
Hot summer has exhausted her intent
To the last rose and roundelay seed.
No leaf has changed, and yet these leaves now read
Like a love-letter that's no longer meant.--Richard Wilbur (Advice to a Prophet)
How sociable the garden was.
We ate and talked in given light.
The children put their toys to grass
All the warm wakeful August night.
--Thomas Gunn ("Last Days at Teddington")
I only know that summer sang in me
A little while, that in me sings no more.--Edna St. Vincent Millay (The Harp Weaver and Other Poems)
I should like to enjoy this summer flower by flower, as if it were to be the last one for me.--Andre Gide (Journals)
I wish, and I wish that the spring would go faster,
Nor long summer bide so late;
And I could grow on like the foxglove and aster,
For some things are ill to wait.
Jean Ingelow
In the depths of winter, I finally learnt in me there was an invincible summer.--Albert Camus
In the summer, the days were long, stretching into each other. Out of school, everything was on pause and yet happening at the same time, this collection of weeks when anything was possible.--Sarah Dessen (Along for the Ride)
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.
I have to go to bed and see
The birds still hopping on the tree,
Or hear the grown-up people's feet
Still going past me in the street.--Robert Louis Stevenson (A Child's Garden of Verses)
It is the middle and pure height and whole of summer and a summer night, the held breath of a planet's year; high shored sleeps the crested tide: what day of the month I do not know, which day of the week I am not sure, far less what hour of the night.--James Agee (Let Us Now Praise Famous Men)
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)
It's hard not to fall in love with Seattle on a beautiful summer's day.--Robert Spector (Amazon.com: Get Big Fast)
The library in summer is the most wonderful thing because there you get books on any subject and read them each for only as long as they hold your interest, abandoning any that don't, halfway or a quarter of the way through if you like, and store up all that knowledge in the happy corners of your mind for your own self and not to show off how much you know or spit it back at your teacher on a test paper.--Polly Horvath (My One Hundred Adventures)
No price is set on lavish summer;
June may be had by the poorest comer.--James Russell Lowell (Vision of Sir Launfal)
A proper man, as one shall see in a summer's day.--William Shakespeare (A Midsummer Night's Dream)
The Queen of Hearts
She made some tarts,
All on a summer's day;
The Knave of Hearts
He stole the tarts,
And took them clean away. (well-known Nursery rhyme)
Rest is not idleness, and to lie sometimes on the grass on a summer day listening to the murmur of water, or watching the clouds float across the sky, is hardly a waste of time.--Sir John Lubbock
Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?
Thou are more lovely and more temperate… --William Shakespeare ("Sonnet 18")
Sing a song of seasons!
Something bright in all!
Flowers in the Summer,
Fires in the Fall.--Robert Louis Stevenson (Autumn Fires)
The slow movement of clouds in benediction,
Clear areas of light thrilling over her uplands,
Over the chords of summer sustained peacefully.--Cecil Day-Lewis (Magnetic Mountain)
Sometimes, on a summer morning, I sat in my sunny doorway from sunrise till noon, rapt in a revery, amidst the pines and hickories and sumacs, in undisturbed solitude and stillness, while the birds sang around or flitted noiseless through the house...--Henry David Thoreau (Walden)
Summer afternoon — summer afternoon; to me those have always been the two most beautiful words in the English language.--Henry James
Summer ends, and Autumn comes, and he who would have it otherwise would have high tide always and a full moon every night.--Hal Borland ("Autumn on the Doorstep--September 13" Sundial of the Seasons)
Summer is a promissory note signed in June, its long days spent and gone before you know it, and due to be repaid next January.--Hal Borland
Summer is when we believe, all of a sudden, that if we just walked out the back door and kept going long enough and far enough we would reach the Rocky Mountains.--Edward Hoagland ("A Year As It Turns" The Tugman's Passage)
Summer pleasures they are gone like to visions every one.. --John Clare (Remembrances)
Summer Time an' the livin' is easy…--Heyward DuBose (Porgy and Bess)
The summer's beauty yields to winter's blasts.--Thomas Sackville (The Mirror for Magistrates)
The summer's flower is to the summer sweet,
Though to itself it only live and die.--William Shakespeare ("Sonnet 94")
Summertime is always the best of what might be.--Charles Bowden
There is no refreshment more gratifying to the soul than the sight of Nature in her summer finery, before the heat is at its most intense. She is soothing, but not soporific; intoxicating without inebriation.--M. T. Anderson (The Pox Party)
'Tis the last rose of summer
Left blooming alone;
All her lovely companions
Are faded and gone.--Thomas Moore (Irish Melodies)
The way to ensure summer in England is to have it framed and glazed in a comfortable room.--Horace Walpole (Letter to Rev. William Cole Correspondence)
When summer opens, I see how fast it matures, and fear it will be short; but after the heats of July and August, I am reconciled, like one who has had his swing, to the cool of autumn.--Ralph Waldo Emerson
What good is the warmth of summer, without the cold of winter to give it sweetness.--John Steinbeck (Travels with Charley: In Search of America)
What is so rare as a day in June?
Then, if ever, come perfect days. . .--James Russell Lowell (Vision of Sir Launfal)
Whilst August yet wears her golden crown,
Ripening fields lush - bright with promise;
Summer waxes long, then wanes, quietly passing
Her fading green glory on to riotous Autumn.
--Michelle L. Thieme ("August's Crown")