Summer is the season of endless possibilities, where the world is open for us to explore and discover.
Summer is not just a time of year, it’s a feeling of warmth and joy that stays with you all year long.
The smell of summer is a mix of fresh cut grass, blooming flowers and the ocean breeze, a natural symphony of life.
Summer is a season of memories, where laughter and love come together to create a lifetime of happiness.
Summer is a time of growth and abundance, where nature flourishes and the world is alive with color.
The warmth of summer sun is a reminder that life is meant to be enjoyed and lived to the fullest.
Summer is not just a season, it’s a state of being, a time of freedom and adventure.
Sweet, sweet burn of sun and summer wind, and you my friend, my new fun thing, my summer fling.
– K.D. Lang
The summer is like love. Beautiful, hot and fun. But the summer will end. Like love.
They’ll never never never take the summer away from me.
Heliophilia: (n.) desire to stay in the sun; love of sunlight
The tan lines will fade but the memories won’t.
Life is better in a bikini.
A life without love is like a year without summer.
Goodbye school, hello summer.
Palm trees, ocean breeze, salty air, sun kissed hair, endless summer, take me there.
Some of the best memories are made in flip-flops.
Just the smell of summer can make me fall in love.
Wake me up when summer begins.
I wasn’t made for winter, I want my flip flops.
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
The tans will fade but the memories will last forever.
Sun is shining, the weather is sweet. Makes you want to move your dancing feet.
One must maintain a little bit of summer, even in the middle of winter.
– Henry David Thoreau
Hair gets lighter.
Skin gets darker.
Water gets warmer.
Drinks get colder.
Music gets louder.
Nights get longer.
Life gets better.
Life’s better in flip flops.
It’s surely summer. for there’s a swallow: Come one swallow, his mate will follow, The bird race quicken and wheel and thicken.
– Christina G Rossetti
Relief washed over me like that first air- conditioned breeze on a hot summer day.
– Rachel Vincent
A long summer always meant a long winter to come.
– George R.R. Martin
And the summer seems as though it would dream on for ever.
– Elizabeth von Arnim