60 Summer Quotes That Capture the Season's Good Vibes

In early June the world of leaf and blade and flowers explodes, and every sunset is different.

Summer was our best season: it was sleeping on the back screened porch in cots, or trying to sleep in the treehouse; summer was everything good to eat; it was a thousand colors in a parched landscape; but most of all…

It's like a beach blanket and a bottle of wine, it feels something like summertime.

My sense of direction leads me one way: to the beach

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. There is an almost religious 'rebirth' that comes with the end of winter.

A man says a lot of things in summer he doesn't mean in winter.

Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?

Let us dance in the sun, wearing wild flowers in our hair and let us huddle together as darkness takes over. We are at home amidst the birds and the trees, for we are children of nature.

I just want to lie on the beach and eat hot dogs. That's all I've ever wanted.

One must maintain a little bit of summer, even in the middle of winter.

A perfect summer day is when the sun is shining, the breeze is blowing, the birds are singing, and the lawn mower is broken.

To escape and sit quietly on the beach — that's my idea of paradise.

I live for summer.

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.

It was June, and the world smelled of roses. The sunshine was like powdered gold over the grassy hillside.

Long walks on the beach are the supposed holy grail of a romantic evening. The beach becomes a kind of utopia - the place where all our dreams come true.

Oh, the summer night, has a smile of light, and she sits on a sapphire throne.

Summer is the annual permission slip to be lazy. To do nothing and have it count for something. To lie in the grass and count the stars. To sit on a branch and study the clouds.

If summer had one defining scent, it'd definitely be the smell of barbecue.

And at the end of the day, your feet should be dirty, your hair messy, and your eyes sparkling.