Summer Quotes

In the depth of winter, I finally learned that within me there lay an invincible summer.
Albert Camus

In summer, the song sings itself.
William Carlos Williams

In lang, lang days o' simmer, When the clear and cloudless sky Refuses ae weep drap o' rain To Nature parched and dry, The genial night, wi' balmy breath, Gars verdue, spring anew, An' ilka blade o' grass Keps its ain drap o' dew.
James Ballantine

One swallow does not make a summer.
Aristotle

There shall be eternal summer in the grateful heart.
Celia Thaxter

Summer afternoon - Summer afternoon... the two most beautiful words in the English language.
Henry James

And the daughter of Zion is left as a cottage in a vineyard, as a lodge in a garden of cucumbers, as a besieged city.
Bible

O thou who passest through our valleys in Thy strength, curb thy fierce steeds, allay the heat That flames from their large nostrils! Thou, O Summer, Oft pitchest here thy golden tent, and oft Beneath our oaks hast slept, while we beheld With joy thy ruddy limbs and flourishing hair.
William Blake

Now simmer blinks on flowery braes, And o'er the crystal streamlet plays.
Robert Burns

Oh, the summer night Has a smile of light And she sits on a sapphire throne.
Barry Cornwall

Summer time an' the livin' is easy, Fish are jumpin' an' the cotton is high. Oh, yo' daddy's rich, and yo' ma' is good-lookin', So hush, little baby, don' yo' cry.
Ira Gershwin and DuBose Heyward

Oh, father's gone to market-town, he was up before the day, And Jamie's after robins, and the man is making hay, And whistling down the hollow goes the boy that minds the mill, While mother from the kitchen door is calling with a will, "Polly!--Polly!--The cows are in the corn! Oh, where's Polly?"
Richard Watson Gilder

Here is the ghost Of a summer that lived for us, Here is a promise Of summer to be.
William Ernest Henley

Summer, as my friend Coleridge waggishly writes, has set in with its usual severity.
Charles Lamb

That beautiful season . . . the Summer of All-Saints! Filled was the air with a dreamy and magical light; and the landscape Lay as if new created in all the freshness of childhood.
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

I question not if thrushes sing, If roses load the air; Beyond my heart I need not reach When all is summer there.
John Vance Cheney

The Indian Summer, the dead Summer's soul.
Mary Clemmer

All labours draw hame at even, And can to others say, "Thanks to the gracious God of heaven, Whilk sent this summer day."
Alexander Hume

Sumer is y cumen in.
John of Fornsete

The tendinous part of the mind, so to speak, is more developed in winter; the fleshy, in summer. I should say winter had given the bone and sinew to literature, summer the tissues and the blood.
John Burroughs

What a beautiful, sunny morning. It makes you happy to be alive, doesn't it? We can't let the sun outshine us! We have to beam, too!
Takayuki Ikkaku

The summer night is like a perfection of thought.
Wallace Stevens

O for a lodge in a garden of cucumbers! O for an iceberg or two at control! O for a vale that at midday the dew cumbers! O for a pleasure trip up to the pole!
Rossiter Johnson

Very hot and still the air was, Very smooth the gliding river, Motionless the sleeping shadows.
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Where'er you walk cool gales shall fan the glade, Trees where you sit shall crowd into a shade. Where'er you tread the blushing flowers shall rise, And all things flourish where you turn your eyes.
Alexander Pope

Did he so often lodge in open field, In winter's cold and summer's parching heat, To conquer France, his true inheritance?
William Shakespeare

Before green apples blush, Before green nuts embrown, Why, one day in the country Is worth a month in town.
Christina G. Rossetti

The summer dawn's reflected hue To purple changed Lock Katrine blue, Mildly and soft the western breeze Just kiss'd the lake, just stirr'd the trees, And the pleased lake, like maiden coy, Trembled but dimpled not for joy.
Sir Walter Scott

These are the forgeries of jealousy; And never, since the middle summer's spring, Met we on hill, in dale, forest, or mead, By paved fountain or by rushy brook, Or in the beached margent of the sea, To dance our ringlets to the whistling wind, But with thy brawls thou hast disturbed our sport.
William Shakespeare

O summer day beside the joyous sea! O summer day so wonderful and white, So full of gladness and so full of pain! Forever and forever shalt thou be To some the gravestone of a dead delight, To some the landmark of a new domain.
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

But see, the shepherds shun the noonday heat, The lowing herds to murmuring brooks retreat, To closer shades the panting flocks remove; Ye gods! and is there no relief for love?
Alexander Pope

Now is the winter of our discontent Made glorious summer by this son of York; And all the clouds that lowered upon our house In the deep bosom of the ocean buried.
William Shakespeare

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