Summer is a promissory note signed in June, its long days spent and gone before you know it, and due to be repaid next January.
June is a gentle reminder for not having done a single thing from your new year resolution for five months and not doing any for the next seven.
Everything good, everything magical happens between the months of June and August.
Hello June, good morning! The days get hotter, the nights get longer...
June is the gateway to summer.
To read a poem in January is as lovely as to go for a walk in June.
There are two seasons when the leaves are in their glory, their green and perfect youth in June and this their ripe old age in October.
If June was the beginning of a hopeful summer, and July the juice middle, August was suddenly feeling like the bitter end.
In early June the world of leaf and blade and flowers explodes, and every sunset is different.
Nobody is perfect, but people born in June almost get there.
Anyone else got the feeling that May lasted exactly three days?
Hey June, let's go out together in the next thirty days!
All the other months are just crude experiments, out of which the perfect June is made.
Summer - the seasons between spring and autumn, comprising in the Northern Hemisphere
the warmest months of the year: June, July and August.
The period of finest development, perfection, or beauty previous to any decline; the summer of life.
the warmest months of the year: June, July and August.
The period of finest development, perfection, or beauty previous to any decline; the summer of life.
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Summer romances end for all kinds of reasons. But when all is said and done, they have one thing in common: They are shooting stars-a spectacular moment of light in the heavens, a fleeting glimpse of eternity. And in a flash, they're gone.
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.
Like a welcome summer rain, humor may suddenly cleanse and cool the earth, the air and you.
Summer is the time when it is too hot to do the job that it was too cold to do last winter.
Summer is for everyone. No matter how life changes, no matter how many things happen this year, summer will never disappear, just like the love between people.
In the summer, the days were long, stretching into each other. Out of school, everything was on pause and yet happening at the same time, this collection of weeks when anything was possible.
I had that familiar conviction that life was beginning over again with the summer.
What good is the warmth of summer, without the cold of winter to give it sweetness?
If I had my way, I'd remove January from the calendar altogether and have an extra July instead.
July is hot afternoons and sultry nights and mornings when its joy just to be alive.
The quiet August noon has come;
A slumberous silence fills the sky;
The winds are still, the trees are dumb,
In glassy sleep the waters lie.
A slumberous silence fills the sky;
The winds are still, the trees are dumb,
In glassy sleep the waters lie.
William Cullen Bryant - A Summer Ramble
If we could have a January for once that doesn't feel like it's lasting for ten years, that'd be great.
Man never made any material as resilient as the human spirit.
Maybe that was how it was with all first loves. They own a little piece of your heart, always.
Jenny Han in Summer Series - We'll Always Have Summer
Commitment is an act, not a word.
October is a symphony of permanence and change.
I like flaws. I think they make things interesting.
You know how advice is. You only want it if it agrees with what you wanted to do anyway.
Finding someone you love and who loves you back is a wonderful, wonderful feeling. But finding a true soul mate is an even better feeling. A soul mate is someone who understands you like no other, loves you like no other, will be there for you forever, no matter what. They say that nothing lasts forever, but I am a firm believer in the fact that for some, love lives on even after we're gone.
"Oh man, what a year it was!"
"Dude, it's the middle of February."
"Dude, it's the middle of February."
Hey March, let's go out together in the next thirty days!
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