It is easy to forget now, how effervescent and free we all felt that summer.
Summertime is always the best of what might be.
Why is summer mist romantic and autumn mist just sad?
Summer bachelors like summer breezes, are never as cool as they pretend to be.
Let us dance in the sun, wearing wild flowers in our hair…
Come with me,’ Mom says. To the library. Books and summertime go together.
My old grandmother always used to say, Summer friends will melt away like summer snows, but winter friends are friends forever.
Summer will end soon enough, and childhood as well.
It’s a smile, it’s a kiss, it’s a sip of wine … it’s summertime!
A man says a lot of things in summer he doesn’t mean in winter.