I know I am but summer to your heart, and not the full four seasons of the year.
Edna St. Vincent Millay
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.
Rest is not idleness, and to lie sometimes on the grass under trees on a summer's day, listening to the murmur of the water, or watching the clouds float across the sky, is by no means a waste of time.
What good is the warmth of summer, without the cold of winter to give it sweetness.
Ô, Sunlight! The most precious gold to be found on Earth.
Come with me,' Mom says.To the library. Books and summertimego together.
Let us dance in the sun, wearing wild flowers in our hair...
Susan Polis Schutz
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.
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