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When every dream has turned to dust, and your highest hopes no longer soar.When places you once yearned to see, grow further away on distant shores.When every night you close your eyes, and long inside for something more.Remember this and only this, if nothing else you can recall—There was a life a girl once led, where you were loved the most of all.
— Lang Leav, Lullabies
I've always jumped on sentiment—and here I am being more sentimental than anybody. What idiots girls are! I've always thought so. I suppose I shall sleep with his photograph under my pillow, and dream about him all night. It's dreadful to feel you've been false to your principles.
— Agatha Christie, The Secret Adversary
I was about half in love with her by the time we sat down. That's the thing about girls. Every time they do something pretty... you fall half in love with them, and then you never know where the hell you are.
— J.D. Salinger
I'll be the invisible girl,Everyone passing through me,No one touching.
— Gary Soto
I’d looked around my room at the ribbons and sashes and rosettes hanging from the walls, at the photos of my ponies clearing the highest fences with me crouched in the saddle, a look of utter determination on my face. I’d made myself look hard at the pictures, at my legs swinging backwards over the fences, at my body lying low over my pony’s neck, my hands grasping at the reins as I turned them in mid-air. At the way that Teddy’s eyes were bulging as I pulled him around a tight turn, at the way the veins popped out on Buck’s lathered neck, at Springbok’s open mouth, dripping with foam. I’d looked hard at them all, and I hadn’t liked what I’d seen.
— Kate Lattey, Triple Bar
It was a girl playing a harp, like in an orchestra. It was in this tree at our campsite. And since it was breezy weather that weekend, the girl's arms were almost always turning.
— Paul Fleischman, Whirligig
It only takes a Romeo for every girl to become a Juliet.
— M.F. Moonzajer, A moment with God ; Poetry
They will never believe that an ordinary girl could do such an extraordinary thing,' Genevieve worried. 'What would I tell them? 'Tell them there is no such thing as an ordinary girl, said Bloom.
— Doreen Cronin
Even when she slept, she tossed and turned and squirmed, like she was secretly a hurricane forced into a girl-body and told to exist as best she could among people who had no idea what it meant to secretly be a weather pattern.
— Seanan McGuire, A Red-Rose Chain
He had never met a girl who shot an arrow straighter than Cupid did
— Soroosh Shahrivar, The Rise of Shams
Am I the girl/ Whose giggle crinkles her big eyes/ Or the woman whose small eyes/ Crinkle her vision?
— Mansi Tejpal, Drizzling Dreams
I'm not much for parties. Sometimes you have to wear a funny hat, sometimes they expect you to eat sushi, which is like eating bait. And there's always some totally drunk girl who thinks you're smitten by her, when what you're really wondering is if she'll vomit on your shirt or instead on your shoes.
— Dean Koontz, Deeply Odd
… MOM!” Martha finally screamed. “Mom, you’ve got to see these!”“Is it about Hermione?” She exclaimed, rushing into the middle of the room. Her mouth dropped open in horror when she noticed Hermione’s walls.“I can’t find any… polite… photos of her, mom.”“Why are there ones of her eating out of dumpsters and giving seniors the finger?”“No idea,” Martha replied.“Oh god… I’ll get one out of my wallet,” Her mom decided, hurrying out of the room frantically. ...It’s funny how when one thing happens, it can make you forget about something else.
— Rebecca McNutt, Hermione
I'm turning you into a girlchasing a butterfly, a she-wolfon a hilltop, & then back into a woman.
— Yusef Komunyakaa, The Chameleon Couch
I had always been a solitary person. Therefore I had a habit of opening my heart to a piece of paper. I thought that was quite secure. I knew that those words would never go out there, except of course if someone read them.
— Pet Torres, Valkyrie the Vampire Princess : Deluxe Edition : Vol. 3- 4 and 5
She was so cool, as she knew, ankles crossed at the puckered hem of granite gray sweatpants, and she also knew I was watching from the open doorof the B train—watching her pose in apparent comfort at the girder of this city thoroughfare.
— Kristen Henderson, Drum Machine
Sometimes she is struck by how much she goes through life almost unconsciously. She is being swept along. She is a pale ghost.
— Kate Zambreno, Green Girl
You amaze me and its hard for me to turn away and make it not so obvious that I'm looking at you.
— Shailee J-N
Probably for every man there is at least one city that sooner or later turns into a girl. How well or how badly the man actually knew the girl doesn't necessarily affect the transformation. She was there, and she was the whole city, and that's that.
— J.D. Salinger
I can see the little girl, the face of the little girl. And as much as people say that they don't care about these people and all that, I don't care about these people - but I do, at the same time, if that makes any sense. They don't want to help themselves, they're blowing us up, yeah, that hurts, but it also hurts to know that I've seen a girl that's as old as my little brother watch me shoot somebody in the head. And I don't care if she's Iraqi, Korean, African, white - she's still a little girl. And she watched me shoot somebody.
— David Finkel, The Good Soldiers
There are easier ways of making sense,the connoisseurship of gesture, for example.You hold a girl's face in your hands like a vase.You lift a gun from the glove compartmentand toss it out the window into the desert heat.
— Billy Collins, The Apple that Astonished Paris
If a girl is stupid enough to love you after you broke her heart, I guarantee you, she is the one.
— Anonymous
What would it be like to hold a different girl?
— Rainbow Rowell, Attachments
All the men’s clothes she wore just called attention to how much of a girl she was.
— Rainbow Rowell, Eleanor & Park
I shrieked like a little girl, which, if you think about it, makes total sense.
— Dinah Katt, Once Upon a Time Travel
She was finally owned up- it took death as a price for her being accepted.
— Aporva Kala, Life... Love... Kumbh...
...She says with that mistyfar-away look in her eyes. Like conjunctivitis.
— Aditi Mathur Kumar, Soldier and Spice - An Army Wife's Life
If a tree falls in the woods when no one is there, does it still make a noise? If a girl dies in the woods when no one is there, does anyone care? If no one knows I am here, do I even exist?
— Lisa Jahn-Clough, Nothing But Blue
Whoever said diamonds were a girl's best friend sure hasn't read a good book.
— Savannah Gostlin
See, some guys prefer assesSome prefer titsAnd I’m not saying that I don’t like those bitsBut what’s more importantWhat supersedesIs a girl a with passion, wit and dreamsSo I want a girl who reads.
— Mark Grist
Family's the most important thing.
— Sophie Kinsella, Twenties Girl
The next thing I knew Jamie was in my lap wrapping her arms around my neck as if she planned on keeping me hostage for eternity. If that were the case, bring on the shackles babe, because no way was I going to be the one to end this epic kiss.I felt like I was on fire—like warm energy was spilling out of Jamie, washing over me and causing all my hair to stand on end. I started shaking—just a slight tremor in my hands at first, but it quickly progressed to violent, uncontrollable shivers. The energy was filling my body so full I thought I’d literally burst apart at my seams.Then, when I was ready to combust Jamie finally stilled. She pulled her face back and smiled at me with a cool expression, but I know she was affected as I was. I wasn’t the only one breathing hard and shaking.“You can keep the gum,” she said, trying to mask her feelings with a smirk. She couldn’t quite manage it though. Her eyes were bright and full of disbelief. She was as surprised as I was.She climbed off me and with a wink said, “Have fun at the dance.” And then she was gone. She walked out of the cafeteria as if that hadn’t just happened. As if she hadn’t just completely wrecked me.I had no idea if what I felt meant we were soul mates or something crazy like that, but I knew two things for certain. One: Jamie Baker wasn’t the ice queen she pretended to be. And two: I wanted her more than anything I’d ever wanted in my entire life.I had a feeling this wasn’t going to be easy, but I knew deep down in my gut it would be worth it. “Game on, Ice Queen,” I muttered as I stumbled back over to Mike to rub my victory in his face. “You’re already mine. You just don’t know it yet.
— Kelly Oram, Kissing Jamie Baker
But sometimes that can make a girl so much more appealing. The beauty who doesn't know she’s beautiful.
— Victoria Scott, The Liberator
It’s so obvious that you’re gonna ask a good looking dude to be with you for the rest of your holiday while you only know his name for like 2 hours, 32 minutes, 12 seconds.”“Trisha! Being mean is my job! June, you’re so predictable, like, it’s not a shock for us if you’re gonna ask a good looking dude to be with you for the rest of your holiday while you only know his name for like 2 hours, 33 minutes, 2 seconds.
— Rea Lidde, Mission Possible, But Difficult Task
I think I killed a girl who looked like this once.
— Kendare Blake, Girl of Nightmares
Believe me, I may be a bit blasé, but I can still get any man I want.
— F. Scott Fitzgerald, Gatsby Girls
Girl Without HandsWalking through the ruinson your way to workthat do not look like ruinswith the sunlight pouring overthe seen worldlike hail or meltedsilver, that brightand magnificent, each leafand stone quickened and specific in it,and you can't hold it,you can't hold any of it. Distance surrounds you,marked out by the ends of your armswhen they are stretched to their fullest.You can go no farther than this,you think, walking forward,pushing the distance in front of youlike a metal cart on wheelswith its barriers and horizontals.Appearance melts away from you,the offices and pyramidson the horizon shimmer and cease.No one can enter that circleyou have made, that clean circleof dead space you have madeand stay inside,mourning because it is clean.Then there's the girl, in the white dress,meaning purity, or the failureto be any colour. She has no hands, it's true.The scream that happened to the airwhen they were taken offsurrounds her now like an aureoleof hot sand, of no sound.Everything has bled out of her.Only a girl like thiscan know what's happened to you.If she were here she wouldreach out her arms towardsyou now, and touch youwith her absent handsand you would feel nothing, but you would betouched all the same.
— Margaret Atwood, Morning in the Burned House
It's been a while since I've had sex. I figured it was just like riding a bike, the only difference is that after a while, the bike doesn't turn you over and ride you.
— Beatrice Stark Girl Detective
Ridley was like a beautiful snake - you couldn't let her get close without the risk of being bitten.
— Kami Garcia
You have no idea what someone else’s life is like. The girl who looks like she has it all could have an eating disorder. Or someone could be getting abused at home. Understanding why people do what they do is crucial
— Kate Izquierdo
My jaw went slack. Private rooms? Great, the button thing had been a step too far. Either he was totally getting the wrong impression—at least, not the impression I wanted to give—or…no. I didn’t want to consider the possibility he might know. People didn’t hide in forests in the middle of the night to protect themselves from a Binding. I was just weird like that. Rather, I had no choice, but…argh, what was I going to do now?!
— Sam Dogra, The Binding
Hand in hand they whispered for a while. The girl nodded and the bear laughed. Together, they made their way down the corridor and to the foot of the stairs.
— Stephen   Craig, Dead Ted
A wise girl knows her limits, a smart girl knows that she has none.
— Marilyn Monroe
I'm so loud, as if I know what I'm on about,but deep inside, I'm so insecure.Just a little girl.
— Katie Price, Jordan: Pushed to the Limit
When life gives you lemons, do NOT make lemonade. Lemonade is for losers. Make orange juice instead.
— Neshialy S.
He was the kind of boy any young girl should date while she's still able to recover.
— Chuck Palahniuk
Right then I wasn't a freak. I wasn't an ice queen. I didn't have powers. What I had was a friend comforting me when I needed it most. Right then I was just a normal girl, and Ryan was the superhero.
— Kelly Oram, Being Jamie Baker
There's a girl calm people don't know about. It's a girl teen standstill. A motionless peace. It doesn't come from anywhere but inside us, and it only lasts for a few years. It's born from being a not woman yet. It's free flowing and invisible. It's the eye of the violent storm you call my teenage daughter. In this place we are undisturbed by all the moronic things you think about us. Our voices like rain falling. We are serene. Smooth. With more perfect hair and skin than you will ever again know. Daughters of Eve.
— Lidia Yuknavitch, Dora: A Headcase
You are truly the most expensive girl in all God’s creation. And the most precious.
— Rachelle Ayala, Michal's Window
What we need, is a break out. Out of our lives, out of Seattle, out of the dumb script of girl.
— Lidia Yuknavitch, Dora: A Headcase
When you say "I love you", I expect you to prove it.
— Neshialy S.
God make one mysterious beautiful creature in the world name GIRLif you try to found mystery you will find beautyand if you ignore it you will sayShe is a Bitch!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
— Oncar Patcar
Hell, yeah, Ryland. Man up and carpe girl.
— John Corwin, Dark Light of Mine
At the high school a pretty girl strolled across the parking lot to her black stallion, let her cigarette dangle from her lips while she put on her helmet, adjusted her goggles. Throwing a slender white leg over the side she jacked her little backside up and down a few times, exciting the steed. Now she came down on his back and he squatted, moaning to the soft squeeze of her hand, then at her sudden clutch shot out fast between the press of her knees. Claude looked down at his shoes as they passed, having seen nothing. But he glanced up in time to watch them glide off under the next streetlamp, the gleaming beast appearing almost languid with release, very pleased with himself and with the girl who clung to his back, small and stiff and unsatisfied.She had been noticed: everywhere along the way the leaning people looked after her as though wondering if the new week had finally begun, then they looked at one another, then back at nothing.
— Douglas Woolf, Wall to Wall
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.
— F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Great Gatsby
Bees do have a smell, you know, and if they don't they should, for their feet are dusted with spices from a million flowers.
— Ray Bradbury, Dandelion Wine
But when fall comes, kicking summer out on its treacherous ass as it always does one day sometime after the midpoint of September, it stays awhile like an old friend that you have missed. It settles in the way an old friend will settle into your favorite chair and take out his pipe and light it and then fill the afternoon with stories of places he has been and things he has done since last he saw you.
— Stephen King, 'Salem's Lot
The first week of August hangs at the very top of summer, the top of the live-long year, like the highest seat of a Ferris wheel when it pauses in its turning. The weeks that come before are only a climb from balmy spring, and those that follow a drop to the chill of autumn, but the first week of August is motionless, and hot. It is curiously silent, too, with blank white dawns and glaring noons, and sunsets smeared with too much color.
— Natalie Babbitt, Tuck Everlasting
Summer was here again. Summer, summer, summer. I loved and hated summers. Summers had a logic all their own and they always brought something out in me. Summer was supposed to be about freedom and youth and no school and possibilities and adventure and exploration. Summer was a book of hope. That's why I loved and hated summers. Because they made me want to believe.
— Benjamin Alire Sáenz, Aristotle and Dante Discover the Secrets of the Universe
It was June, and the world smelled of roses. The sunshine was like powdered gold over the grassy hillside.
— Maud Hart Lovelace, Betsy-Tacy and Tib
All in all, it was a never-to-be-forgotten summer — one of those summers which come seldom into any life, but leave a rich heritage of beautiful memories in their going — one of those summers which, in a fortunate combination of delightful weather, delightful friends and delightful doing, come as near to perfection as anything can come in this world.
— L.M. Montgomery, Anne's House of Dreams
We can't possibly have a summer love. So many people have tried that the name's become proverbial. Summer is only the unfulfilled promise of spring, a charlatan in place of the warm balmy nights I dream of in April. It's a sad season of life without growth...It has no day.
— F. Scott Fitzgerald, This Side of Paradise
Maycomb was a tired old town, even in 1932 when I first knew it. Somehow, it was hotter then. Men's stiff collars wilted by nine in the morning. Ladies bathed before noon after their three o'clock naps. And by nightfall were like soft teacakes with frosting from sweating and sweet talcum. The day was twenty-four hours long, but it seemed longer. There's no hurry, for there's nowhere to go and nothing to buy...and no money to buy it with.
— Harper Lee, To Kill a Mockingbird
Summer's lease hath all too short a date.
— William Shakespeare, Shakespeare's Sonnets
New York is strange in the summer. Life goes on as usual but it’s not, it’s like everyone is just pretending, as if everyone has been cast as the star in a movie about their life, so they’re one step removed from it. And then in September it all gets normal again.
— Peter Cameron, Someday This Pain Will Be Useful to You
Julian said the world was evil and horrible - remember? But then he proved himself that it wasn't
— L.J. Smith, The Kill
Summer-induced stupidity.That was the diagnosis...
— Aimee Friedman, Sea Change
Just to love! She did not ask to be loved. It was rapture enough just to sit there beside him in silence, alone in the summer night in the white splendor of moonshine, with the wind blowing down on them out of the pine woods.
— L.M. Montgomery, The Blue Castle
Summer was on the way; Jem and I awaited it with impatience. Summer was our best season: it was sleeping on the back screened porch in cots, or trying to sleep in the tree house; summer was everything good to eat; it was a thousand colors in a parched landscape; but most of all, summer was Dill.
— Harper Lee, To Kill a Mockingbird
After all, we were young. We were fourteen and fifteen, scornful of childhood, remote from the world of stern and ludicrous adults. We were bored, we were restless, we longed to be seized by any whim or passion and follow it to the farthest reaches of our natures. We wanted to live – to die – to burst into flame – to be transformed into angels or explosions. Only the mundane offended us, as if we secretly feared it was our destiny . By late afternoon our muscles ached, our eyelids grew heavy with obscure desires. And so we dreamed and did nothing, for what was there to do, played ping-pong and went to the beach, loafed in backyards, slept late into the morning – and always we craved adventures so extreme we could never imagine them. In the long dusks of summer we walked the suburban streets through scents of maple and cut grass, waiting for something to happen.
— Steven Millhauser, Dangerous Laughter
I don't know how long I kept at it...I felt reasonably safe, streched out on the floor, and lay quite still.It didn't seem to be summer any more
— Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar
God what an outfield,' he says. 'What a left field.' He looks up at me, and I look down at him. 'This must be heaven,' he says.No. It's Iowa,' I reply automatically. But then I feel the night rubbing softly against my face like cherry blossoms; look at the sleeping girl-child in my arms, her small hand curled around one of my fingers; think of the fierce warmth of the woman waiting for me in the house; inhale the fresh-cut grass small that seems locked in the air like permanent incense; and listen to the drone of the crowd, as below me Shoelss Joe Jackson tenses, watching the angle of the distant bat for a clue as to where the ball will be hit.I think you're right, Joe,' I say, but softly enough not to disturb his concentration.
— W.P. Kinsella, Shoeless Joe
I have only to break into the tightness of a strawberry, and I see summer – its dust and lowering skies.
— Toni Morrison, The Bluest Eye
[T]hat old September feeling, left over from school days, of summer passing, vacation nearly done, obligations gathering, books and football in the air ... Another fall, another turned page: there was something of jubilee in that annual autumnal beginning, as if last year's mistakes had been wiped clean by summer.
— Wallace Stegner, Angle of Repose
How they dance in the courtyard, sweet summer sweat.Some dance to remember, some dance to forget
— Eagles, Hotel California
Rejoice as summer should...chase away sorrows by living.
— Melissa Marr, Darkest Mercy
Her legs swing complete afternoons away.
— Jill Eisenstadt, From Rockaway
Spring flew swiftly by, and summer came; and if the village had been beautiful at first, it was now in the full glow and luxuriance of its richness. The great trees, which had looked shrunken and bare in the earlier months, had now burst into strong life and health; and stretching forth their green arms over the thirsty ground, converted open and naked spots into choice nooks, where was a deep and pleasant shade from which to look upon the wide prospect, steeped in sunshine, which lay stretched out beyond. The earth had donned her mantle of brightest green; and shed her richest perfumes abroad. It was the prime and vigour of the year; all things were glad and flourishing.
— Charles Dickens, Oliver Twist
I realized someone else might tell you you're pretty. I'd do anything to keep you away from that person.
— Rae Hachton, The Summer of Me & You
Autumn is leaving its mellowness behind for its spiky, rotted stage. Don't remember summer even saying goodbye.
— David Mitchell, Cloud Atlas
A thin grey fog hung over the city, and the streets were very cold; for summer was in England.
— Rudyard Kipling, The Light That Failed [Illustrated]
The end-of-summer winds make people restless.
— Sebastian Faulks, Engleby
Summer vacation is about watermelons, shaved ice, Popsicles, summer festivals with fireworks, and the ocean!!! That's what summer has been about for elementary school kids since the dawn of time! But no, you're worried about UV rays!""Oh my."-I don't think they had elementary school at the dawn of time-
— Peach-Pit, Shugo Chara!, Vol. 2: Friends in Need
Cricket to us was more than play,It was a worship in the summer sun.
— Edmund Blunden
In front of us, the ocean stretched for eternity. Around us, reggae mussy floated through the air. In our drying clothes and still-damp hair, we ate junk food and talked.At some point we finished and went for a long walk in the sand. We picked up shells, laughed, and talked. Before I knew it, the sun was going down and we went back to the van. We lay side by side, stretched out on the blanket. When the sun dropped completely below the horizon, we let the moon illuminate us.
— Shannon Greenland, The Summer My Life Began
If you're stuck you could always double up with me at my place. It's the size of a postage stamp, but the roses are the size of poodles. So it sort of evens out." -Austin
— Katherine Applegate, Tan Lines: Sand, Surf, and Secrets / Rays, Romance, and Rivalry / Beaches, Boys, and Betrayal
SUMMER DEEP""Summer deep is in the hills again His lady is a lioness Winds of birds blow through the fields again Invaders from the true worlds A coat of grapes is on my back again I ride upon my zebra Pterodactyl beak hat on my brow The truth is like a stranger Be like you could All my friends say.
— Marc Bolan
Last summer had meant lots of Sam Adams Summer Ale by herself on hot weekend days when it seemed like just her and the Dominican Day parade.
— Stephanie Clifford, Everybody Rise
It was a generation growing in its disillusionment about the deepening recession and the backroom handshakes and greedy deals for private little pots of gold that created the largest financial meltdown since the Great Depression. As heirs to the throne, we all knew, of course, how bad the economy was, and our dreams, the ones we were told were all right to dream, were teetering gradually toward disintegration. However, on that night, everyone seemed physically at ease and exempt from life’s worries with final exams over and bar class a distant dream with a week before the first lecture, and as I looked around at the jubilant faces and loud voices, if you listened carefully enough you could almost hear the culmination of three years in the breath of the night gasp in an exultant sigh as if to say, “Law school was over at last!
— Daniel Amory, Minor Snobs
She loves swimming,” said Ellen, who I knew had been a competitive swimmer in college. Ellen looked in the rearview mirror at Kara.“Don’t you Kara?” asked Ellen.There was no response.	“I didn’t start until I was three,” said Ellen. “She’s got a two year start on me.
— Daniel Amory, Minor Snobs
Hey, I just thought of something.""What?""When we're together, we make one whole Italian.
— Jenna Evans Welch, Love & Gelato
How often had that hydrant even been opened? Did you jet water through a car window, what, twice at best? Summer burned just a few afternoons long, in the end.As for flying, Dose never even glanced at the sky. Flying was a summer within a summer, a whim. So why think of it at all?
— Jonathan Lethem, The Fortress of Solitude
In August, an inescapable blanket of heat settled over Paducah, the last gasping breath of summer roaring its weight out over the populace.
— Kelsey Brickl, Paint
I lie down and think about how this whole long, strange summer ought to end in a substantial event. But, probably, won't. For the first time I acknowledge the possibility that nothing will die, or change, or even happen.
— Sara Baume, A Line Made by Walking
O summer and soft wind. Relieves the heart and makes living cheaper.
— J.P. Donleavy, The Ginger Man
Today has been a day dropped out of June into April.
— L.M. Montgomery, Anne of Windy Poplars
Summer in Pittsburgh had a way of hating you, had a way of beating you down, getting into your bones and thoughts. Only the strongest survived the humidity of Pittsburgh summers, until winter came on and brought with it a test of a different sort, to see who was strong enough to make it to summer. All weather in Pittsburgh had an attitude, forced you to submit to it. Dared you to survive.
— Doug Rice, Here Lies Memory: A Pittsburgh Novel
I know,' I said, thinking about the trip my mother had wanted me to take, and the trip we'd ended up taking, and how much better ours had been.
— Morgan Matson, Amy & Roger's Epic Detour
Perhaps it is always summer, in the place where we are young.
— Lavie Tidhar, The Violent Century
We tend to take summer's vitality for granted, when in actuality it is just one prolonged drought, or disease, away from decimation.
— Sue Leaf, The Bullhead Queen: A Year on Pioneer Lake
The ticking seconds pulled me toward the end. It was cold when he no longer held me. It got colder every step I took away from him. Just my imagination, of course. It was still summer here. It would always be summer here for me.
— Stephenie Meyer, The Host
In June we picked the clover,And sea-shells in July:There was no silence at the door,No word from the sky.A hand came out of AugustAnd flicked his life away:We had not time to bargain, mope,Moralize, or pray.
— Cecil Day-Lewis, Overtures to Death and Other Poems
Summer crushes happen all the time, right? Because you feel far away from the real world, everything seems more...possible. Every person seems more vital.
— Emery Lord, The Names They Gave Us
It is not summer, England doesn't have summer, it has continuous autumn with a fortnight's variation here and there.
— Natasha Pulley, The Watchmaker of Filigree Street
It was the twenty-first of June and Bitsy announced a Summer Solstice party.
— Julia Fierro, The Gypsy Moth Summer
With each mile we put behind us, I felt the air grow lighter in my lungs. It was as if the city had been one large pressure cooker, simmering in its own juices. With the top down on the coupe and a stalwart, man-made breeze blowing steadily in my face, I tallied the city's many summertime brutalities: the heat that radiated from the gray asphalt and made the air dance in wavy shimmers; the stagnant ponds in Central Park that turned a milky, putrid, almost phosphorescent green and incubated countless mosquitoes; the blasts of hot dirty air that breathed upward from every subway grate; oh, and how the loud noises pouring from construction sites even somehow seemed to further agitate and heat the air!
— Suzanne Rindell, The Other Typist
you're the fly on the wall hearing all, seeing allears of a wall hearing all the secretsperhaps you're the vines creeping over the old abandoned mansion wallsdusty, soulless and deadbringing a certain curious life to rubbleand I think you're the jewel-eyed geckosneaking around the warm summer wallsbetween jasmine and olive branchessticky pad toes, clinging to the wallspeeking in at lonely summer spicy love-makingthrough silk curtains from the bright orientbreathing in incense and tasting decadenceclimbing the sharply barbed wallsthe smooth cemented white-washed wallsbecause walls breathe too
— Moonshine Noire
The outside world might have finally turned into autumn, but inside the Waverley house it still smelled of summer. It was lemon verbena day, so the house was filled with a sweet-tart that conjured images of picnic blankets and white clouds like true-love hearts.
— Sarah Addison Allen, First Frost
We came out on Coldra Crescent, one of those warm air nights, stars spitting in the sky like firebugs stuck on a big black velvet rump. A summer night to make anybody with standard glands feel that tidy homes, spring mattresses, four guaranteed meals per day, and legalised religion were all criminal to human development.
— Ron  Berry, So Long, Hector Bebb
From Summer's EndWhat we have is enough. It's more than we consciously realized.
— Sally Henson, Summer's End
We know that in September, we will wander through the warm winds of summer's wreckage. We will welcome summer's ghost.
— Heny Rollins
There had once been a time when I'd dreaded the end of summer, had prayed it would hold out for as long as possible. Now the thought of endless warmth and sun made me . . . bored. Restless.
— Sarah J. Maas, A Court of Mist and Fury
Autumn stomps around outside the houselike an annoying little sister, tappingon all the shutters, kicking up the pilesof leaves you rake, pretending to howllike a wolf. But I'm glad she's here,so we can cuss at Summer together,pretending we don't even remember her name.
— Karen Finneyfrock, The Sweet Revenge of Celia Door
August was nearly over - the month of apples and falling stars, the last care-free month for the school children. The days were not hot, but sunny and limpidly clear - the first sign of advancing autumn.
— Victor Nekrasov
And then, one fairy night, May became June.
— F. Scott Fitzgerald
But, standing in the fading golden sunlight now, I can feel some of the scars of the summer stabbing over. I can feel the promise of a new beginning.
— Aimee Friedman, Two Summers
Summer’s a total cocktease.” He shrugs, repeating himself. “It always ends.” He’s right about that. Summer always ends.
— Sarina Bowen, Him
Suddenly, she gave a little half-smile and whispered dreamily; "When I was a little girl, here for the summer, I used to ride my bicycle to Mass."I know; the Karê wanted to say. I used to watch you.
— L.J. Maas, Meridio's Daughter
There's this magical sense of possibility that stretches like a bridge between June and August. A sense that anything can happen.
— Aimee Friedman, Two Summers
The dreamy days and sticky nights of summer were already calling, as if anything could happen.
— C.J. Carlyon, The Cherry House
I believe someone made a grievous mistake when summer was created
—  no novitiate or god in their right mind would make a season akin to hell on purpose. Someone should be fired.
And they left the mellow light of the dandelion wine and went upstairs to carry out the last few rituals of summer, for they felt that now the final day, the final night had come. As the day grew late they realized that for two or three nights now, porches had emptied early of their inhabitants. The air hard a different, drier smell and Grandma was talking of hot coffee instead of iced tea; the open, white-flutter-curtained windows were closing in the great bays; cold cuts were giving way to steamed beef. The mosquitos were gone from the porch, and surely when they abandoned the conflict the war with Time was really done, there was nothing for it but that humans also forsake the battleground.
— Ray Bradbury, Dandelion Wine
Those stories were the sound track of my summer with you.
— Sarah Addison Allen, Lost Lake
Sitting in seat 14A, in the sun, I float on a full-moon, tidal joy unlike anything I've ever experienced. I am getting incredibly high on a single, astounding fact: that it's always sunny above the clouds. Always. That every day on Earth- every day I have ever had- was secretly sunny after all....I feel like I've just flown 600 miles per hour head-on into the most beautiful metaphor of my life: If you fly high enough, if you get above the clouds, it's never-ending summer.
— Caitlin Moran, How to Build a Girl
Don’t forget the snow in the summertime, because you will meet him again when the summer is over!
— Mehmet Murat ildan
June dawns, July noons, August evenings over, finished, done, and gone forever with only the sense of it all left here in his head. Now, a whole autumn, a white winter, a cool and greening spring to figure sums and totals of summer past. And if he should forget, the dandelion wine stood in the cellar, numbered huge for each and every day. He would go there often, stare straight into the sun until he could stare no more, then close his eyes and consider the burned spots, the fleeting scars left dancing on his warm eyelids; arranging, rearranging each fire and reflection until the pattern was clear...So thinking, he slept.And, sleeping, put an end to Summer, 1928.
— Ray Bradbury, Dandelion Wine
Today was the first day of summer, she realized, her spirits lifting like a kite. She loved milestones of any sort: birthdays, anniversaries, holidays, checks on the calendar, notches on a growth chart. Today would be special, brand new. She felt it deep inside. Summer was here with sunny days and balmy nights, the informality of barbecues and dips in the swimming pool. She was so relieved to have the grind of the school year finished. She missed playing with her children.
— Mary Alice Monroe, The Book Club
Laying in a hammock, darkness surrounds me.
— Fida Islaih, Hugs & Kisses
If I had to describe the scent of Michigan in spring and summer, it wouldn't be aparticular smell – blooming wildflowers or boat exhaust off the lake – it would be a color: Green.
— Viola Shipman, The Charm Bracelet
Anything that lives here has to be just as harsh and determined as the sun, born of a fiery stubbornness that is either extremely brave or extremely stupid.
— Sara Raasch, Ice Like Fire
I am cold, even though the heat of early summer is adequate. I am cold because I cannot find my heart.
— Sebastian Barry, A Long Long Way
They say it'll be even hotter tomorrow. that's how we spend the summer. complaining about the heat.
— Yōko Ogawa, The Housekeeper and the Professor
summer is in me—clouds and lakes of shadows, rippling under the trees
— John J. Geddes
circle back, you're nearly through.The next one, then just one more clue. Summer's coming, dark and drear,Soon those tourists will appear.In the word hoard you will findBooks with numbers on the spines.A 2 a 9 a 2 again-Not too easy for Athena's friend.
— Megan Frazer Blakemore, The Friendship Riddle
Traigh came to help her dismount, a broad smile making creases around his eyes. “I fear ye missed our summer, Joie.” Her brow drew in with confusion. “But it is summer, Traigh,” she told him. “Aye, it might well be summer elsewhere in the world, but here, it only last three days. We had our summer last week.
— Suzan Tisdale, Isle of the Blessed
Zoe's mom liked to send silly postcards that made her laugh, but they usually dwindled as the summer wore on.
— Christine Brodien-Jones, The Glass Puzzle
The only way I could describe what kissing him felt like was, like the last day of school, knowing that months of freedom and sunshine lay before you, the feeling that you could do anything you wanted and time stretched out in endless possibilities.
— Robin Benway, Emmy & Oliver
The whole summer was inside of us.
— Leah Raeder, Black Iris
Summer was a book of hope. That's why I loved and hated summers. Because they made me want to believe.
— Benjamin Alire Sáenz, Aristotle and Dante Discover the Secrets of the Universe
It was a beautiful summer afternoon, at that delicious period of the year when summer has just burst forth from the growth of spring; when the summer is yet but three days old, and all the various shades of green which nature can put forth are still in their unsoiled purity of freshness.
— Anthony Trollope, Framley Parsonage
Now the windows, blinded by the glare of the empty square, had fallen asleep. The balconies declared their emptiness to heaven; the open doorways smelt of coolness and wine.
— Bruno Schulz, The Street of Crocodiles
The time for equivocation has passed. You can stop this at any point by telling me we will rule the court apart from a distance, but until you do so"-he let liquid sunlight drip onto her skin-"I'm playing for keeps. I'm not a mortal, Aislinn. I'm the Summer King, and I'm done pretending to be anything other than that."He leaned down and said, "We could be amazing together."Then he was gone.
— Melissa Marr, Darkest Mercy
Somewhere I read that human beings are the only creatures to spend the present driving themselves crazy about the future.
— Nancy Thayer, The Guest Cottage
Sophie felt as if she were encased in a glass globe called summer.
— Nancy Thayer
The smell of hyacinths in the summer night air. At this moment, standing here with a boy I just met who already feels like home, I am overwhelmed with city love.
— Susane Colasanti, City Love
DaffodowndillyShe wore her yellow sun-bonnet, She wore her greenest gown;She turned to the south wind And curtsied up and down.She turned to the sunlight And shook her yellow head,And whispered to her neighbor: "Winter is dead.
— A.A. Milne, When We Were Very Young
The spring rains woke the dormant tillers, and bright green shoots sprang from the moist earth and rose like sleepers stretching after a long nap. As spring gave way to summer, the bright green stalks darkened, became tan, turned golden brown. The days grew long and hot. Thick towers of swirling black clouds brought rain, and the brown stems glistened in the perpetual twilight that dwelled beneath the canopy. The wheat rose and the ripening heads bent in the prairie wind, a rippling curtain, an endless, undulating sea that stretched to the horizon.
— Rick Yancey, The Infinite Sea
You are so special and important and elegant and smart and kind and worthwhile, and you are so much better than me and everyone else I’ve ever known in every single way, and you are the only truth I have ever found in this lying world, and I love you to the floor of me, and it breaks me to imagine a future without you in it, and I just want you to know all that, just because.
— Seth King, The Summer Remains
We thread our way through a moving forest of ice-cream cones and crimson thighs.
— Jean-Dominique Bauby, The Diving Bell and the Butterfly
Overhead hung a summer sky furrowed with the rush of rockets; and from the east a late moon, pushing up beyond the lofty bend of the coast, sent across the bay a shaft of brightness which paled to ashes in the red glitter of the illuminated boats.
— Edith Wharton, The House of Mirth
We were enjoying one of those rare summers of utter freedom – no financial responsibility, no debts, no time owing to anybody.
— Jojo Moyes, Me Before You
Early summer days are a jubilee time for birds. In the fields, around the house, in the barn, in the woods, in the swamp - everywhere love and songs and nests and eggs.
— E.B. White
Brooke was always my summer. She’ll always be my summer. And I had already made my choice a long time ago. Loving Brooke was what I was made to do.
— Laura     Miller, By Way of Accident
It was a splendid summer morning and it seemed as if nothing could go wrong.
— John Cheever, The Stories of John Cheever
The mosquitos were gone from the porch, and surely when they abandoned the conflict the war with Time was really done, there was nothing for it but that humans also forsake the battleground.
— Ray Bradbury
When the winter comes, the summer shines infinitely in our hearts!
— Mehmet Murat ildan
. . .and he has nevergiven up his conviction that if you just try all the doors one of them is bound to be the Door intoSummer. You know, I think he is right.
— Robert A. Heinlein
The girl was alluring. Like wildfire, or a summer storm swept off the Gulf of Oro.
— Sarah J. Maas, The Assassin and the Healer
Do you remember the Shire, Mr. Frodo? It'll be spring soon. And the orchards will be in blossom. And the birds will be nesting in the hazel thicket. And they'll be sowing the summer barley in the lower fields... and eating the first of the strawberries with cream. Do you remember the taste of strawberries?
— Sam Gamgee The Return of the King Peter Jackson from J R R Tolkien
The summer stretched out the daylight as if on a rack. Each moment was drawn out until its anatomy collapsed. Time broke down. The day progressed in an endless sequence of dead moments.
— China Miéville, Perdido Street Station
Summer was a lady who didn't give up her spotlight easily.
— Sarah Addison Allen, Garden Spells
Maybe that's what our friendship was. It was the feeling that we didn't have to speak or explain. We could sit in the darkness and watch the tadpoles just as easily as we could lie out in the heat and breathe in the smell of peaches and gravel, all without saying a word.
— Rachel Coker
Bleeding for a decadeFor a decade,We bleed like there is no hell but the earthWe bleed like we were born to dare We bleed like there is nothing alive inside.We find a clueAfter a decadeBleeding is just to breathSimply keeps us alive.
— Arzum Uzun
Everyone tends to think of October as being an autumn month. Not so much in south Alabama, usually. There, it's another warm, if not hot, summer month. But the Alabama summer heat will sometimes get broken by cooler days. The haze of the depth of summer lifts, the humidity backs off, and the sky takes on a clearer, sharper blueness that the more languid summer days rarely could manage. And sometimes, there will be a day where the temperature gives a clear peek of what's coming.
— JF Smith
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
To me, summer has always been about potential. This was especially true when I was in high school. Those 3 or so months between 1 school year and the next always meant change. People got taller or wider or smaller. They broke up or came together, lost friends or gained them, had life experiences that you could tell had transformed them even if you didn't know what they were. 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. As a teenager, I was always hoping to change, to become someone other than who I was. Each summer, I felt I had the chance to do that. All I had to do was wait and see what happened.
— Sarah Dessen, Along for the Ride
Iced tea! Nothing is half so refreshing as a glass of black tea piled high with ice! More than a quencher of thirst, it is a tamer of tempers, a lifter of lethargy, and a brightener of smiles. It is a taste of Winter’s chill, magically trapped in midsummer’s glass.
— Paul F. Kortepeter, Tea with Victoria Rose
The summer,' Randy explained. 'I'm going to appreciate it. I'm going to walk in the woods noticing everything, and ride my bike on all the roads I never explored. I'm going to fill a pillow with ladies' tobacco so I can smell it in January and remember about August. I'm going to dry a big bunch of pennyroyal so I can break pieces off all winter and think of summer. I'm going to look at everything, and smell everything, and listen to everything so I'll never forget --
— Elizabeth Enright, Then There Were Five
Summer is the worst time of all to be alone. The earth is warm and lovely, free to go about in; and always somewhere in the distance there is a place where two people might be happy if only they were together. It is in the spring that one dreams of such places; one thinks of the summer which is coming, and the heart dreams of its friend.
— Robert Nathan, Portrait of Jennie
Summer was over in twenty minutes that day. Finished. At four o'clock in the afternoon the roses were quiet on their stems, full-blown, fulfilled; the water in the pool was warm; the leaves on the trees quiet, too, and green. The cat lay with his belly to the sun, steeped in heat.
— Elizabeth Enright, Doublefields: Memories and Stories
The sidewalks were haunted by dustghosts all night as the furnace wind summoned them up,swung them about, and gentled them down in a warm spice onthe lawns. Trees, shaken by the footsteps of late-night strol-lers, sifted avalanches of dust. From midnight on, it seemed avolcano beyond the town was showering red-hot ashes every-where, crusting slumberless night watchmen and irritabledogs. Each house was a yellow attic smoldering with spon-taneous combustion at three in the morning.Dawn, then, was a time where things changed element forelement. Air ran like hot spring waters nowhere, with nosound. The lake was a quantity of steam very still and deep over valleys of ﬁsh and sand held baking under its serenevapors. Tar was poured licorice in the streets, red bricks werebrass and gold, roof tops were paved with bronze. The high-tension wires were lightning held forever, blazing, a threatabove the unslept houses. The cicadas sang louder and yet louder. The sun did not rise, it overﬂowed.
— Ray Bradbury, Dandelion Wine
If June was the beginning of a hopeful summer, and July the juice middle, August was suddenly feeling like the bitter end.
— Sarah Dessen, The Moon and More
A perfect summer day is when the sun is shining, the breeze is blowing, the birds are singing, and the lawn mower is broken.
— James Dent
When it's summer, people sit a lot. Or lie. Lie in the sense of recumbency. A good heavy book holds you down. It's an anchor that keeps you from getting up and having another gin and tonic. Many a person has been saved from summer alcoholism, not to mention hypertoxicity, by Dostoyevsky. Put The Idiot in your lap or over your face, and you know where you are going to be for the afternoon.
— Roy Blount Jr., Where Books Fall Open: A Reader's Anthology of Wit & Passion
The light of an early Summer afternoon as it slips toward dusk has so many good things wrapped up in it..
— Brandi L. Bates
The rhythm of a New York summer is passionate and powerful, evoking a rapid calypso, with July being the musical climax.
— Ashley Pullo, The Bridge
The cotton was open and spilling into the fields; the very air smelled of it. In field after field as he passed along the pickers, arrested in stooping attitudes, seemed fixed amid the constant surf of bursting bolls like piles in surf, the long, partly-filled sacks streaming away behind them like rigid frozen flags. The air was hot, vivid and breathless--a final fierce concentration of the doomed and dying summer.
— William Faulkner, The Hamlet