Summer afternoon, summer afternoon; to me those have always been the two most beautiful words in the English language.
– Henry James
Then followed that beautiful season… Summer….
Filled was the air with a dreamy and magical light; and the landscape lay as if new created in all the freshness of childhood.
– Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
In summer, the song sings itself.
– William Carlos Williams.
One must maintain a little bittle of summer, even in the middle of winter.
– Henry David Thoreau
The summer night is like a perfection of thought.
– Wallace Stevens
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