quotations about summer
Summer is unclothed, and bears a wheaten garland.
OVID
attributed, Day's Collacon
Other seasons in this part of the world come and go, sometimes too soon. Summer overstays his welcome. You drop subtle hints. "My, just look at the time!" you say. Summer just sits there with a blank expression on his sunny face. (Yes, Summer is male. We know this by his clueless insensitivity). In another month, kids will be going back to school for the, uh, "fall." Do you think Summer gets the hint? Of course not. Oh, he might get up and stretch his legs a bit along about September and might take a step or two toward the door. But it's all a ruse and a cruel one at that.
ANONYMOUS
"Summer is here: What are we going to do about it?", The Commercial Dispatch, July 6, 2017
Summer is the sunshine of life.
J. ISLA
attributed, Day's Collacon
It is beautiful, all, in its going,
This wonderful, sweet summer time;
The leaflets glide down through the sunshine,
As poets thoughts glide into rhyme.
Sweet Summer looks over her shoulder,
And whispers once more her farewells--
I wonder if Peace will come with her
When her feet are again on the hills.
MARY T. LATHRAP
"The Parting with Summer"
The optimum thing to wear on your feet in summer is, of course, nothing. Going barefoot gives you a sense of time and place, of independence, of carefreeness. Imagine if everyone went everywhere sans footwear all summer long.
JIM SHEA
"Lose the shoes: Summer is made for barefeet", CT Post, July 7, 2017
Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?
Thou art more lovely and more temperate.
WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE
Sonnet XVIII
If it's summer and you're unfortunate enough to be outdoors -- and it's worth asking that if the outdoors is so great, why did we invent the indoors? -- you are already hot and sweaty. What could make that worse? Bugs! Millions and millions of bugs, many of which are eager to bite you or sit on the food that you've been conned into eating outdoors. Now you're hot and sweaty and itchy and your hamburger has been trod on by an insect with questionable hygiene. And there's some knucklehead at the table next to you grinning and sweating and swatting flies and saying, "Oh, man, don't you just love summer!"
REX HUPPKE
"The Unbearable Dreadfulness of Summer", Chicago Tribune, July 5, 2017
Summer has set in with its usual severity.
SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE
letter to Charles Lamb, May 1826
The kindness of summer produceth in perfection the bounties of harvest.
ROBERT DODSLEY
The Economy of Human Life
It is easy to forget now, how effervescent and free we all felt that summer.
ANNA GODBERSEN
Bright Young Things
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
Let India boast her fan-leaf'd palm,
And Lebanon her cedar trees,
Give me a summer Sunday's calm,
And garden fill'd with flowers like these.
BESSIE RAYNER BELLOC
Summer Sketches and Other Poems
Why is summer mist romantic and autumn mist just sad?
DODIE SMITH
I Capture the Castle
Summer is the year's early manhood.
PLANCHE
attributed, Day's Collacon
One benefit of Summer was that each day we had more light to read by.
JEANNETTE WALLS
The Glass Castle
It happened one summer
It happened one time
It happened forever
For a short time
A place for a moment
An end to dream
Forever I loved you
Forever it seemed
THE MOTELS
"Suddenly Last Summer"
Oh, this summer
Your shoulders look good to me
and that horizon is heavy, it holds back the clouds
we've got a clear path down to the sea
we split the city at dark when the roads are clear
we'll hit the lobster shack and the store
my parade of hips and a tape full of hiss
and the sleeping bag on the floor
SUPERCHUNK
"This Summer"
Help me, help me, help me sail away
Well give me two good reasons why I oughta stay
'Cause I love to live so pleasantly
Live this life of luxury
Lazing on a sunny afternoon
In a summertime
THE KINKS
"Sunny Afternoon"
And lest ye long for sunny days
And grudge the cloudy sky,
I'll shew thee summer in my looks
And sunshine in my eye.
GEORGE MURRAY
Islaford, and Other Poems: a Book for Winter Evenings and Summer Moods
Every shady grove in summer is to a man a holy temple, where his God moves nearer to him; every green sod an altar, where he kneels before the Lofty One.
LUDWIG HEINRICH CHRISTOPH HOLTY
attributed, Day's Collacon