Indian Summer Quotes

“The perfect weather of Indian Summer lengthened and lingered, warm sunny days were followed by brisk nights with Halloween a presentiment in the air.”
― Wallace Stegner, Remembering Laughter

“I likened her to the slender PSYCHÉ and judged that the perfection of her face ennobled everything unclean around her: The dusty hems of her bunched-up skirt, the worn straps of her nightshirt; the blackened soles of her bare feet [...] All this and the pungent air! Ô this night, sweet pungent night! "HÉBÉ" may come but a season. But this girl's season would know a hot spring
and an Indian summer.”
― Roman Payne

“Each day the sun shone, the birds lingered, though the trees were turning, purely out of habit, and their rose and yellow and rust looked strange and beautiful above the brilliant green grass.”
― Elizabeth Enright, The Four-Story Mistake

“There's something about FALL that makes me feel alive... that life somehow starts on that Indian summer, when leaves dance to kiss the ground, filling the earth with stars and the rustling of leaves beckons me to wander and get lost in its beauty.”
― Mystqx

“Each golden day was cherished to the full, for one had the feeling that each must be the last. Tomorrow it would be winter.”
― Elizabeth Enright, The Four-Story Mistake

“He had become enveloped in the Indian Summer of the Soul.”
― O. Henry

“Outside, the night was settling fast. I liked the peace and the silence of the countryside, with its fading alpenglow and darkling view of the river. Oliver country, I thought. The mottled lights from across the other bank beamed on the water, reminding me of Van Gogh’s 'Starlight Over the Rhone.' Very autumnal, very beginning of school year, very Indian summer, and as always at Indian summer twilight, that lingering mix of unfinished summer business and unfinished homework and always the illusion of summer months ahead, which wears itself out no sooner than the sun has set.”
― André Aciman, Call Me by Your Name

“Goddamnit, in your Love Fever
I am suffering from Heart Tumor
You must be adept …you Pretty Charmer
I am falling for you…in this Indian Summer”
― Heenashree Khandelwal, Soulmates, By Chance

“The literati in their cellars
Perform semantic tarantellas.
I wish I did it half as well as them.”
― Al Stewart

“He surveyed the lake of grass below, all the dandelions gone, a touch of rust in the trees, and the smell of Egypt blowing from the far east.”
― Ray Bradbury, Farewell Summer

“The morning sun drew up the moisture and made the country smell of earth. I passed an ancient elm half in sun, half in shadow. Its knots looked like gargoyles and its bark like dried lava. But the limbs were covered with ivy. The bunched ivy buds, like tiny drumsticks, were some of them smooth, others bristling with flower. It was the hum which drew my attention to the tree. Then I saw the bees, their wings filmy as they flew in through the sunlit leaves. The sun shimmered on the outlines of their tawny bodies as they pulsated, taking the last nectar of the year. There was a sudden flicker of red where an admiral butterfly also partook of the feast. Flies were darting about, but more aimlessly. They seemed to have nothing to do but dance their last sunny hours away in a frenzy. But the bees were hard at work getting provisions of which they are very short after the wet summer.”
― Adrian Bell, A Countryman’s Autumn Notebook