Week 80

A pic of summertime, eh?

How in the world can you sum up summertime in one pic?

Summer is warm sunshine and birds singing.

Summer is love affairs and sharing sunsets.

Summer is sunglasses and flip-flops.

Summer is children laughing and cruising with the top down.

Summer is slurpees, barbeque and potato salad.

Summer is...color. Fabulous color.

Summer is strolling through the rose garden in glorious sunshine, snappin' pics of the amazing signature of the Creator on stems.

Summer is...heavenly.

One must maintain a little bittle of summer, even in the middle of winter.

~Henry David Thoreau

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

Summer afternoon - 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

I almost wish we were butterflies and liv'd but three summer days - 

three such days with you I could fill with more delight 

than fifty common years could ever contain.

~John Keats, Bright Star: Love Letters and Poems of John Keats to Fanny Brawne

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

~Edna St. Vincent Millay

It's a smile, it's a kiss, it's a sip of wine ... it's summertime!

~Kenny Chesney

Let us dance in the sun, wearing wild flowers in our hair...

~Susan Polis Schutz

“A man says a lot of things in summer he doesn't mean in winter.”

~Patricia Briggs, Dragon Blood

Spring passes and one remembers one's innocence.

Summer passes and one remembers one's exuberance.

Autumn passes and one remembers one's reverence.

Winter passes and one remembers one's perseverance.

~Yoko Ono

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, The Nicomachean Ethics

“Come with me,' Mom says.

To the library.

Books and summertime

go together.”

~Lisa Schroeder, I Heart You, You Haunt Me

Summer will end soon enough, and childhood as well.

~George R.R. Martin, A Game of Thrones

My old grandmother always used to say, 

Summer friends will melt away like summer snows,

but winter friends are friends forever.

~George R.R. Martin

If it could only be like this always – always summer, 

always alone, the fruit always ripe 

and Aloysius in a good temper...

~Evelyn Waugh, Brideshead Revisited

Summer bachelors like summer breezes, 

are never as cool as they pretend to be.

~Nora Ephron

The first week of August hangs at the very top of summer, the top of the live-long year, like the highest seat of a Ferris wheel when it pauses in its turning. The weeks that come before are only a climb from balmy spring, and those that follow a drop to the chill of autumn, but the first week of August is motionless, and hot. It is curiously silent, too, with blank white dawns and glaring noons, and sunsets smeared with too much color.

~Natalie Babbitt, Tuck Everlasting

Summertime is always the best of what might be.

~Charles Bowden

Summer, after all, is a time when wonderful things can happen to quiet people. For those few months, you’re not required to be who everyone thinks you are, and that cut-grass smell in the air and the chance to dive into the deep end of a pool give you a courage you don’t have the rest of the year. You can be grateful and easy, with no eyes on you, and no past. Summer just opens the door and lets you out.

~Deb Caletti, Honey, Baby, Sweetheart

Why is summer mist romantic and autumn mist just sad?

~Dodie Smith, I Capture the Castle