Quotes about Summer

Summer Season
The dog days of summer are here. Celebrate the season with this collection of quotes about summer. Happy reading!

"A stormy spring gave way to a beautiful early summer. Flowers of all colors and varieties blossomed under the sun's watchful eyes. Hien's unit was patrolling a hilly area when they passed by a majestic lavender field. A young lady was harvesting the flowers. Although Hien only caught a glimpse of her from behind, he was intrigued by her slender beauty." Simon Nguyen (excerpt from The Purple Sky)

"What is one to say about June--the time of perfect young summer, the fulfillment of the promise of the earlier months, and with as yet no sign to remind one that its fresh young beauty will ever fade?" Gertrude Jekyll

“A perfect summer day is when the sun is shining, the breeze is blowing, the birds are singing, and the lawn mower is broken.” James Dent

"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." F. Scott Fitzgerald

"To see the Summer Sky is Poetry, though never in a Book it lie --True Poems flee." Emily Dickinson

"Rest is not idleness, and to lie sometimes on the grass under trees on a summer's day, listening to the murmur of the water, or watching the clouds float across the sky, is by no means a waste of time." John Lubbock

“Green was the silence, wet was the light, the month of June trembled like a butterfly.” Pablo Neruda

“Summer is only the unfulfilled promise of spring, a charlatan in place of the warm balmy nights I dream of in April. It’s a sad season of life without growth…It has no day.” F. Scott Fitzgerald

“Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day? Thou art more lovely and more temperate. Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May, and summer’s lease hath all too short a date." William Shakepeare

"How I miss my mother's bosom 
And my father's sturdy arms.
How I miss roaming streets with friends
On warm summer afternoons.
Gone are the days of childhood.
Lost is the pulse of my youth." Simon Nguyen (excerpt from Nostalgia)

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