For me, it was almost like winter didn’t count. Summer was what mattered. My whole life was measured in summers.
—Jenny Han in The Summer I Turned Pretty
He was just like summer, and she loved summer. If she had any wish, it would be to live a lifetime of summers.
—Anna Godbersen in Bright Young Things
One summer and one boy, and suddenly things weren't the same.
—Sarah Dessen in That Summer
One never gets the same summer twice.
—Philippa Gregory in Wideacre
The year hastens to its close. What is it to me? That I am twenty-five or fifty-eight is as nothing. Should I mourn that the spring flowers are gone, that the summer fruit has ripened, that the harvest is reaped, that the snow has fallen?
—Ralph Waldo Emerson
There shall be eternal summer in the grateful heart.
Summer afternoon - Summer afternoon... the two most beautiful words in the English language.
Summer afternoon-summer afternoon; to me those have always been the two most beautiful words in the English language.
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!
The summer night is like a perfection of thought.
—William Carlos Williams
In summer, the song sings itself.
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.
In the end, I went away for the summer, fell in love, and everything changed. It's the oldest story in the world.
—Sarah Dessen in Along for the Ride
We've grown and changed, screwed up, but at the beginning of each summer, we found each other again. Or maybe we never really lost each other.
—Nyrae Dawn in Four Summers
Tears are the summer showers to the soul.