Summer

Elusive summer, how we dream of her, and when she arrives we wish she was different. I am a summer girl, always hoping summer is better than last, striving for an ideal, pining for the past and in anguish about the future. And when summer feels stagnant, I rejoice in it. I relish the warming of the days, and these quotes give me all the summer feels.

“Press close, bare-bosomed Night! 
Press close, magnetic, nourishing Night!
Night of south winds! Night of the large, few stars!
Still, nodding Night! Mad, naked, Summer Night!” 
― Walt Whitman

“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.” 
― John Lubbock, The Use Of Life

“At these times, the things that troubled her seemed far away and unimportant: all that mattered was the hum of the bees and the chirp of birdsong, the way the sun gleamed on the edge of a blue wildflower, the distant bleat and clink of grazing goats.” 
― Alison Croggon, The Naming

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“I could smell the curves of the river beyond the dusk and I saw the last light supine and tranquil upon tideflats like pieces of broken mirror, then beyond them lights began in the pale clear air, trembling a little like butterflies hovering a long way off.”
― William Faulkner, The Sound and the Fury

“Summer is the time for dreaming, and then you have to stop. But some people go on dreaming all their lives, and cannot change.” 
― Knut Hamsun

“Every summer there are a number of nights, not many, but a number, when everything is perfect. The light, the warmth, the smells, the mist, the birdsong – the moths. Who can sleep? Who wants to?” 
― Fredrik Sjöberg, The Fly Trap: A Book about Summer, Islands and the Freedom of Limits

“Thinking these things made space and time around her, the way saying 'only June' had when she was a child hoarding summer.” 
― Zibby Oneal, In Summer Light

“In the morning light, I remembered how much I loved the sound of wind through the trees. I laid back and closed my eyes, and I was comforted by the sound of a million tiny leaves dancing on a summer morning.” 
― Patrick Carman, The Tenth City