Quotes about Summer
No one has ever won the war. Good opposes evil the way the summer sun opposes winter cold, the way light opposes darkness. They are built into the eternal scheme of Nature.
— Deepak Chopra
Gimmerton chapel bells were still ringing and the full, mellow flow of the beck in the valley came soothingly on the ear. It was a sweet substitute for the yet absent murmur of the summer foliage, which drowned that music about the Grange when the trees were in leaf.
— Emily Bronte
Me thinks this heart should rest awhile... / Those flowers were formed to feel the breeze / Wave their light leaves in summer's glow... / And I lament because I know / That cold departure pictures mine.
— Emily Bronte
In the drowsy heat of the summer afternoon the Red House was taking its siesta. There was a lazy murmur of bees in the flower-borders, a gentle cooing of pigeons in the tops of the elms. From distant lawns came the whir of a mowing-machine, that most restful of all country sounds; making ease the sweeter in that it is taken while others are working.
— AA Milne
My poor children have been the subject of all of my experiments. We're still doing what I call 'Amish summers' where I turn off all electronics and pack away all their computers and stuff and watch them scream for a while until they settle down into, like, an electronic-free summer.
— Shonda Rhimes
Over the winter glaciers I see the summer glow, And through the wild-piled snow-drift The warm rosebuds below.
— Ralph Waldo Emerson
If you were foolish enough to sing all summer, you must dance supperless to bed in the winter.
— Aesop
I had a really nice childhood; I had great parents. I earned my allowance by washing dishes, and in the summer I earned my allowance by working in daddy's garden.
— Nikki Giovanni
She smelled romantic, if he could claim romance as a scent, like a melting, sweet Alabama summer evening. The fragrance gathered in the hollow place between his heart and ribs.
— Rachel Hauck
In the depth of winter I finally learned that there was in me an invincible summer.
— Albert Camus
Over the inter glaciers, I see the summer glow, And, through the wild-piled snowdrift, The warm rosebuds below.
— Ralph Waldo Emerson