If you want to imagine the future, imagine a boy and his dog and his friends. And a summer that never ends.
Being an artist means not reckoning and counting, but ripening like a tree which does not force its sap, and stands confidently in the storms of spring without fear that after them may come no summer.
I dwell in a lonely house I know That vanished many a summer ago.
But strictly held by none, is loosely bound By countless silken ties of love and thought To everything on earth the compass round, And only by one’s going slightly taut In the capriciousness of summer air Is of the slightest bondage made aware.
August rain: the best of the summer gone, and the new fall not yet born. The odd uneven time.
The summer night was starless and stirless, with distant spasms of silent lightning.
You cannot speak of ocean to a well-frog, the creature of a narrower sphere. You cannot speak of ice to a summer insect, the creature of a season.
If you saw a heat wave, would you wave back?
In a Wonderland they lie, Dreaming as the days go by, Dreaming as the summers die: Ever drifting down the stream- Lingering in the golden gleam- Life, what is it but a dream?
What good is the warmth of summer, without the cold of winter to give it sweetness? You only truly, deeply appreciate and are grateful for something when you compare and contrast it to something worse.
In early June the world of leaf and blade and flowers explodes, and every sunset is different.
Because one day I’ll leave you a phantom to lead you in the summer to join the black parade.
Through buried paths, where sleepy twilight dreams The summer time away.
My old grandmother always used to say, summer friends will melt away like summer snows, but winter friends are friends forever.
The common people pray for rain, healthy children and a summer that never ends. It is no matter to them if the high lords play their game of thrones, so long as they are left in peace.
For they are the knights of summer, and winter is coming.
He who marvels at the beauty of the world in summer will find equal cause for wonder and admiration in winter.
The harder I work, the luckier I get.
Wander a whole summer if you can. Time will not be taken from the sum of life. Instead of shortening, it will definitely lengthen it and make you truly immortal.
When you have learned how to decide with God all decisions become as easy and as right as breathing. There is no effort and you will be led as gently as if you were being carried down a quiet path in summer.