"One must maintain a little bittle of summer, even in the middle of winter."
— Henry David Thoreau

"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)

"A song she heard
Of cold that gathers
Like winter's tongue
Among the shadows
It rose like blackness
In the sky
That on volcano's
Vomit rise
A Stone of ruin
From burn to chill
Like black moonrise
Her voice fell still..."
— Robert Fanney

"Summer afternoon... to me those have always been the two most beautiful words in the English language."
— Henry James

"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 (The Great Gatsby)

"Bees do have a smell, you know, and if they don't they should, for their feet are dusted with spices from a million flowers."
— Ray Bradbury (Dandelion Wine)

"'Come with me,' Mom says.
'To the library.
Books and summertime
go together.'"
— Lisa Schroeder (I Heart You, You Haunt Me)

"A man says a lot of things in summer he doesn't mean in winter."
— Patricia Briggs (Dragon Blood)

"Maycomb was a tired old town, even in 1932 when I first knew it. Somehow, it was hotter then. Men's stiff collars wilted by nine in the morning. Ladies bathed before noon after their three o'clock naps. And by nightfall were like soft teacakes with frosting from sweating and sweet talcum. The day was twenty-four hours long, but it seemed longer. There's no hurry, for there's nowhere to go and nothing to buy...and no money to buy it with."
— Harper Lee (To Kill a Mockingbird)

"Truth is beauty
~Massie Block"
— Lisi Harrison

"Summer afternoon, summer afternoon; to me those have always been the two most beautiful words in the English language."
— Henry James

"I love you...
There are people out there who currently love you...
There are people out there who will always love you...
And there are people out there who are waiting to love you...."
— Serena

"'God what an outfield,' he says. 'What a left field.' He looks up at me, and I look down at him. 'This must be heaven,' he says.

'No. It's Iowa,' I reply automatically. But then I feel the night rubbing softly against my face like cherry blossoms; look at the sleeping girl-child in my arms, her small hand curled around one of my fingers; think of the fierce warmth of the woman waiting for me in the house; inhale the fresh-cut grass small that seems locked in the air like permanent incense; and listen to the drone of the crowd, as below me Shoelss Joe Jackson tenses, watching the angle of the distant bat for a clue as to where the ball will be hit.

'I think you're right, Joe,' I say, but softly enough not to disturb his concentration."
— W.P. Kinsella (Shoeless Joe)

"it's a smile, it's a kiss, it's a sip of wine ... it's summertime!"
— Kenny Chesney

"Summer bachelors like summer breezes, are never as cool as they pretend to be."
— Nora Ephron

"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 (The Great Gatsby)

"I fell for her in summer, my lovely summer girl,
From summer she is made, my lovely summer girl,
I’d love to spend a winter with my lovely summer girl,
But I’m never warm enough for my lovely summer girl,
It’s summer when she smiles, I’m laughing like a child,
It’s the summer of our lives; we’ll contain it for a while
She holds the heat, the breeze of summer in the circle of her hand
I’d be happy with this summer if it’s all we ever had.
"
— Maggie Stiefvater (Shiver)

"'Julian said the world was evil and horrible - remember? But then he proved himself that it wasn't"
— L.J. Smith (The Kill)

"New York is strange in the summer. Life goes on as usual but it’s not, it’s like everyone is just pretending, as if everyone has been cast as the star in a movie about their life, so they’re one step removed from it. And then in September it all gets normal again."
— Peter Cameron (Someday This Pain Will Be Useful to You)

"If only the wonderfulness of hot coffee could still be appreciated in the heat of the summer. "
— Jill K. Shellabarger

""It wasn't school that I dreaded at all. School was not half bad. In many ways, this year had been downright fun. No, what I hated most about school was the fact that I had to come here all by myself. Simon and Peter went to their classes and did their own things, and I had to do my own thing. The thing I loved about summer was that I shared it with my brothers. Sure, my brothers and I often fought, but the best times in my life came when I was with them. School was a time when I had to go and do something without a brother at my side.""
— Matthew Buckley (Chickens in the Headlights:)

""Love is alcohol."
-Summer Smith"
— Katherine Applegate

""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

"But then fall comes, kicking summer out on its treacherous ass as it always does one day sometime after the midpoint of September, it stays awhile like an old friend that you have missed. It settles in the way an old friend will settle into your favorite chair and take out his pipe and light it and then fill the afternoon with stories of places he has been and things he has done since last he saw you."
— Stephen King

"Summer's lease hath all too short a date."
— William Shakespeare

"If. If Mingus Rude could be kept in this place, kept somehow in Dylan's pocket, in his stinging, smudgy hands, then summer wouldn't give way to whatever came after. If. If. Fat chance. Summer on Dean Street had lasted one day and that day was over, it was dark out, had been for hours. The Williamsburg Savings Bank tower clock read nine-thirty in red-and-blue neon. Final score, a million to nothing. The million-dollar kid.
Your school wasn't on fire, you were."
— Jonathan Lethem (The Fortress of Solitude)

"Eighth grade's a distant rumor, a tabled issue, and Dylan knows from experience that the summer between might change anything, everything. He and Mingus Rude too and even Arthur Lomb for that matter are released from the paint-by-numbers page of their schooldays, from their preformatted roles as truant or victim, freed to an unspoiled summer, that inviting medium for doodling in self-transformation. "
— Jonathan Lethem (The Fortress of Solitude)

"I could buy that she would murder me in a fit of rage, poison me out of flaming jealousy, or bomb my car out of sheer, stubborn pique. But she would never do it and feel nothing. "
— Jim Butcher

"One swallow does not make a summer, neither does one fine day; similarly one day or brief time of happiness does not make a person entirely happy."
— Aristotle

"How often had that hydrant even been opened? Did you jet water through a car window, what, twice at best? Summer burned just a few afternoons long, in the end.
As for flying, Dose never even glanced at the sky. Flying was a summer within a summer, a whim. So why think of it at all?"
— Jonathan Lethem (The Fortress of Solitude)

"Pies mean Thanksgiving and Christmas and picnics."
— Janet Clarkson (Pie)

"Sweet, sweet burn of sun and summer wind, and you my friend, my new fun thing, my summer fling.""
— k.d. lang, Summer Fling

"Listen, when some asshole pulls a gun on me, he loses his right to a warm milky drink and fucking cuddles, okay?"
— Warren Ellis (Black Summer Limited Edition)

"Spring flew swiftly by, and summer came; and if the village had been beautiful at first, it was now in the full glow and luxuriance of its richness. The great trees, which had looked shrunken and bare in the earlier months, had now burst into strong life and health; and stretching forth their green arms over the thirsty ground, converted open and naked spots into choice nooks, where was a deep and pleasant shade from which to look upon the wide prospect, steeped in sunshine, which lay stretched out beyond. The earth had donned her mantle of brightest green; and shed her richest perfumes abroad. It was the prime and vigour of the year; all things were glad and flourishing."
— Charles Dickens (Oliver Twist)

"And I hope then, you will understand
It's not everything I am, my dear, only friend"
— The Rocket Summer

""Done any more robberies?" he asked with a nervous grin.
"You look a right berk," I told him, ignoring his question. I'd learnt from Tam that cruelty was an effective method against sadness. I'd cried much less since I'd known her. "
— Helen Cross (My Summer of Love)

""Done any more robberies?" he asked with a nervous grin.
"You look a right berk," I told him, ignoring his question. I'd learnt from Tam that cruelty was an effective method against saddness. I'd cried much less since I'd known her. "
— Helen Cross (My Summer of Love)