In summer, a soothing warm breeze on a beach is the most soothing music for the soul.

In summer, we grow younger and stay young forever.

In the summer, we write life's summary with the slow waves of love flowing over the sandy beach. The slow breeze and the warm sun write our memories.

Summer bachelors, like summer breezes, are never as cool as they pretend to be.

For me, Hyderabad was all about summer holidays, rasam rice, spicy pickles, and more.

I propose to fight it out on this line if it takes all summer.

God is day and night, winter and summer, war and peace, surfeit and hunger.

It all started in Michigan. My dad got a job in Michigan, so we all moved up there from St. Louis. I kind of hung out in the summer and had nothing to do, so I sort of got into acting. And then I was going to Grand Blanc High, doing the acting thing and hoping it would pan out.

Some people plant in the spring and leave in the summer. If you're signed up for a season, see it through. You don't have to stay forever, but at least stay until you see it through.

Summer is the time when one sheds one's tensions with one's clothes, and the right kind of day is jewelled balm for the battered spirit. A few of those days and you can become drunk with the belief that all's right with the world.

Hot summer has exhausted her intent To the last rose and roundelay and seed. No leaf has changed, and yet these leaves now read Like a love-letter that's no longer meant.

The Indian Summer of life should be a little sunny and a little sad, like the season, and infinite in wealth and depth of tone-but never hustled.

I know I am but summer to your heart, And not the full four seasons of the year.

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

Caught Summer is always an imagined time. Time gave it, yes, but time out of any mind. There must be prime In the heart to beget that season, to reach past rain and find Riding the palest days Its perfect blaze.

Summer set lip to earth's bosom bare, And left the flushed print in a poppy there.

Summer is when we believe, all of a sudden, that if we just walked out the back door and kept on going long enough and far enough we would reach the Rocky Mountains.

Summer ends, and Autumn comes, and he who would have it otherwise would have high tide always and a full moon every night.

The way to ensure summer in England is to have it framed and glazed in a comfortable room.

Do what we can, summer will have its flies.