Top 100 Quotes About The Summer Of Love
#1. Of course, all of the coolest icons overdosed and died years ago, which is just as well. How depressing would it be to see a gray-haired Jimi Hendrix wearing a cardigan sweater and reminiscing about the soundtrack of the Summer of Love?
Wally Lamb
#2. The Summer of Love had already given way to the the winter of Who the f
k are you?
Jaffe Cohen
#3. Sometime between when the Summer of Love ended and the Summer of Sam began, America became a nation of cynics about love.
Tracy McMillan
#4. Return of love, more blest may be the view;
As call it winter, which being full of care,
Makes summer's welcome thrice more wish'd, more rare.
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William Shakespeare
#5. The first summer that we spent together,
we did so many obscene things to each other, that
by the end of it, the trees blushed a shy shade of scarlet,
leaves falling to the ground, scandalized by our acts.
Danabelle Gutierrez
#6. As the ample Hedda, who disguised her ampleness behind a billow of yellow summer dress, told it, her life up 'til she hoisted this very bloody mary in her hand was a convoluted tale of bubbly love gone flat, fine talents unnoticed and similarly woeful bullshit.
Daniel Woodrell
#7. There was a bright flash of brilliant white light, like the midday summer sun reflecting off of a freshly cleaned mirror.
And then it was gone.
Raymond Rice
#8. Youth, art, love, dreams, true-heartedness - why must they go out of the summer world into darkness?
Willa Cather
#9. They set off through the soft lingering light. One cuckoo in the depths of Layer Wood and one in the dense shrubbery of the Dower House were keeping up their eternal question and answer, and in the comparative coolness which had come with the evening all the scents of summer had magnified.
Norah Lofts
#10. You love her. The half-breed daughter of the Summer lord.
Julie Kagawa
#11. One of the things I love about summer is that you can wear a bikini top and put something over it and it kind of just always looks a little beach-ready, which I think is very fun.
Debby Ryan
#12. No, I don't miss you... Not in a way that one is missed.
But I think of you.
Sometimes.
In the way that one might think of the summer sunshine
On a winter night...
Sreesha Divakaran
#13. Treatments and therapies have never been better in the face of this disease. You have every reason to be optimistic, determined, and focused on the future. My only other advice is to cherish every moment with those you love at every stage of your journey, as I have done this summer.
Jack Layton
#14. He'd fill every moment with the seasons he'd found in his heart: hopes like birds on a spring branch; happiness like a warm summer sun; magic like the rising mists of autumn. And best of all, love; love enough for a thousand Christmases.
Clive Barker
#15. Love does nothing but make you weak! It turns you into an object of pity and derision-a mewling pathetic creature no more fit to live than a worm squirming on the pavement after a hard summer rain.
Teresa Medeiros
#16. We had idyllic summer holidays, building sandcastles with my father on the beach at Bridlington. It might sound strange, but I think that secure cocoon of familial love was so nourishing, it gave me the strength to live life on my own.
Kiki Dee
#17. I don't want to risk my personal sanity or happiness, or my family, or the love of my life. That's a mistake. And I think a lot of people make that mistake, they're always kind of, like, seeking out the next thing that's gonna happen.
Summer Phoenix
#18. He turned and pulled her in, placed his hands on the sides of her face and gazed into her eyes, his head moving closer and closer
she still couldn't say anything, couldn't think of anything other than his mouth landing on hers.
Jane Green
#19. I knew it the first of the summer, I knew it the same at the end, That you and your love were plighted, But couldn't you be my friend?
Ella Wheeler Wilcox
#20. Or maybe watching you enjoy a carefree summer while you fell in love was what kept me out of the hospital in the first place.
Nicholas Sparks
#21. Death and his scythe do not come. No sweeping black capes or ethereal escapes. There's no pearly gate, no prisms of colors as his soul slips away. The stillness is cold steel. The silence is empty with no memory to mend it.
Laura Kreitzer
#22. One doesn't love any of the things of Summer as much as one does the things of Spring.
Anne Douglas Sedgwick
#23. I love movies like '500 Days of Summer' and 'Juno.' Something offbeat without the glamour and the makeup and the clothing.
Lucy Hale
#24. 233Life is for the living and the dead, she said in a smile,
And flashed me a bit of pale thigh in the summer time
Derek Keck
#26. After doing 'Firefly' and moving on, I always wanted to be part of a series again. I love doing films, too, but there's just something special about being part of the team and feeling like you're actually a part of the family, and I always look to re-create that.
Summer Glau
#27. I am lost in the embrace of a soft summer night, surrendering to its ecstasy while the voyeuristic fireflies wink knowingly.
Patricia Robin Woodruff
#28. You choose the end of the summer to fall in love with this guy
because secretly, you don't want it to last.
Candace Bushnell
#29. There's this certain caliber of dancing I was striving for when I was younger, and it's very hard for me to go back and just do it for fun. But I take all other kinds of classes: I take jazz classes, modern classes, and I love doing that instead of going to the gym. The gym is not very much fun.
Summer Glau
#30. Bleeding for a decade
For a decade,
We bleed like there is no hell but the earth
We bleed like we were born to dare
We bleed like there is nothing alive inside.
We find a clue
After a decade
Bleeding is just to breath
Simply keeps us alive.
Arzum Uzun
#31. I began to see how deep the well of her loving was, and how much her happiness and confidence depended on drawing that love into the light, and sharing it. And love was beautiful in her. It was a clear sky she gave us with those eyes, and a summer morning with her smile.
Gregory David Roberts
#32. Love is to the heart what the summer is to the farmer's year. It brings to harvest all the loveliest flowers of the soul.
Billy Graham
#33. I thought I loved Daren, and I did in a butterfly-and-hearts kind of way, but it was nothing like this. This is an asteroid shower on a summer night. A tidal wave crashing onto the breakers. Falling over the edge of Niagara Falls in an inner tube. Because I have fallen, irreparably for Gavin Murphy
Lex Martin
#34. My love for you will still be strong after the boys of summer have gone.
Don Henley
#35. The smell of her hair lingered just out of reach of his memory and left him with a nervous hum resonating throughout his body like a child forced to sit in church while the sun was shining outside on a perfectly good summer's day.
Erik Tomblin
#36. Not wholly in the busy world, nor quite
Beyond it, blooms the garden that I love.
News from the humming city comes to it
It sound of funeral or of marriage bells.
Alfred Lord Tennyson
#37. Strong jealousy in a beautiful love is the autumn in the middle of a hot summer!
Mehmet Murat Ildan
#38. I would not a bit mind sleeping in the cool grass in summer, and when winter came on sheltering myself by the warm close-thatched rick, or under the penthouse of a great barn, provided I had love in my heart.
Oscar Wilde
#39. It's the one thing that's mine. My runs everyday aremy thing. It's my therapy, my hour to myself. Nobody can really take it away from me ... It's such a huge part of me. I love to say that I'm a runner.
Summer Sanders
#40. You didn't tell Summer about it, did you?"
"What?" Gage scoffs. "Yeah, telling your girlfriend the Angel of Death might visit her if some switch is flipped is normal pillow talk.
Laura Kreitzer
#41. Sometimes I love the marriage of art and commerce; I love Donna Summer; I like the Rolling Stones.
Moby
#42. I'm happy when things are just kind of calm. I love going to the ocean. I love driving. I love going to shows. Just being with people I really have fun with. I love the summer. I'm happy in the summer. Love hot, hot weather. I'm happy when I'm making a record, most of the time.
Lana Del Rey
#43. It must have been the summer of 1967, the Beatles were singing love is all you need. I held her hand as we walked through the arcades.
Robert Earl Keen
#44. I do love the beginning of the summer hols,' said Julian. They always seem to stretch out ahead for ages and ages.'
'They go so nice and slowly at first,' said Anne, his little sister. 'Then they start to gallop.
Enid Blyton
#45. My parents wanted me to be a teacher. Because I could work most of the year and pursue the things that I love to do during the summer. It just seemed like a good plan.
Kate Micucci
#46. I love what I do, and I love doing it, and I love getting better at it. I just am not willing to risk ... Much ... to go on to the next level. I don't want to risk my personal sanity or happiness or my family or the love of my life.
Summer Phoenix
#47. 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
#48. I drove 3,500 miles this summer on our family holiday, we drove across 10 countries. I have driven across the United States four times. I love cars, I love being in cars, I think so do most people. I want to help and support those people who have that same kind of enthusiasm for driving that I have.
Geoff Hoon
#49. I can't - won't do that to him," Summer says sharply. "Or to myself. Besides, your feelings for me aren't real. The Society did this to you. And if they did it to you, they probably scrambled my brain too. I can't trust that any of this is real.
Laura Kreitzer
#50. By the soft green light in the woody glade, On the banks of moss where thy childhood played; By the household tree, thro' which thine eye First looked in love to the summer sky.
Elizabeth Gaskell
#51. The dreamy days and sticky nights of summer were already calling, as if anything could happen.
C.J. Carlyon
#52. What is Music? How do you define it? Music is a calm moonlit night, the rustle of leaves in Summer. Music is the far off peal of bells at dusk! Music comes straight from the heart and talks only to the heart: it is Love! Music is the Sister of Poetry and her Mother is sorrow!
Sergei Rachmaninoff
#53. I'll save a spot for you on the hood of my truck.
Laura Miller
#54. We sit cuddled together in the last warmth of summer, dreaming of narwhals, as mermaids sing far out at sea.
Kathleen Valentine
#55. Now the peak of summer's past, the sky is overcast And the love we swore would last for an age seems deceit.
Cecil Day-Lewis
#56. There was her face, like a summer peach, beautiful and warm, and the light of the candles reflected in her dark eyes. [He] held his breath. The entire world waited and held its breath.
Ray Bradbury
#57. Denna is a wild thing," I explained. "Like a hind or a summer storm. If a storm blows down your house, or breaks a tree, you don't say the storm was mean. It was cruel. It acted according to its nature and something unfortunately was hurt. The same is true of Denna.
Patrick Rothfuss
#58. I'm definitely one of those actresses who comes to a set knowing how I want to do a scene, and I definitely love input from my directors and my writers. I know that there's some actors who like to be left alone, they like to be very independent, but I actually really enjoy the teamwork.
Summer Glau
#59. All these thoughts of love and strife
Glimmered through his lurid life,
As the stars' intenser light
Through the red flames o'er him trailing,
As his ships went sailing, sailing,
Northward in the summer night.
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
#60. Mrs. Jo did not mean the measles, but that more serious malady called love, which is apt to ravage communities, spring and autumn, when winter gayety and summer idleness produce whole bouquets of engagements, and set young people to pairing off like the birds.
Louisa May Alcott
#61. It was a blustery winter night, back in the summer of 2009. That's when we met, and that's when I knew it was love, two years before.
Jarod Kintz
#62. Oh my love, it's you that I dream of
Oh my love, since that day
Somewhere in my heart I'm always
Dancing with you in the summer rain
Belinda Carlisle
#63. Ah! Summer is here. Celebrate the lights, dance with the blooming flowers, swim with the heart touching waves, sing under the dreamy starlight, dance with the winds, fall in love with the blue sky and the simple joys of life.
Debasish Mridha
#64. I love going to London for a couple of days but I need to be in the country. I like the silence, the smell and the seasonal changes, especially in spring and summer. I really feel that I belong there.
Philippa Gregory
#65. The sound was like a gentle breeze of joy on a warm summer day. It wrapped around his senses and his heart. That was the moment, and he knew he'd be telling her about it fifty years from now when she asked him when it was that he knew that he loved her.
Grace Willows
#66. Stop waiting for Friday, for summer, for someone to fall in love with you, for life, happiness is achieved when you stop waiting for it and make the most of the moment you are in NOW.
Annomynous
#67. Tristan was the soundtrack of my summer. The beat I walked to. The melody I breathed in and out. The lyrics I lived by.
Jessica Brody
#68. I could name a few songs and say exactly what summer they came out and what boy I thought I was in love with when I was fourteen years old, but I think that music used to be really more a part of the culture when people went out dancing in a different way than they do now.
Ann Beattie
#69. Just in case you're wondering," Gage says, breaking the silence, "this alliance of ours doesn't mean I like you."
"Feeling's mutual." Julian tosses him a disdainful look.
Laura Kreitzer
#70. I grew up in Oklahoma and Missouri, and I just loved film. My folks would take us to the drive-in on summer nights, and we'd sit on the hood of the car. I just had this profound love for storytelling.
Brad Pitt
#71. That casual kiss on my cheek would have meant nothing up until recently, I realized I was in love with him. Not that, 'I love you, man,' type of love. Nope. I was ass over teacup in love with my best friend. The 'let's get married and grow old together' type of love.
Summer Michaels
#72. Only time would tell if this blazing fire would eventually die on the altar of ephemeral summer love, or if, by any chance, it had the power to kindle for a while, then light up anew, this time to burn forever more.
Effrosyni Moschoudi
#73. Frey was the god of spring and summer! read the caption. He was the god of wealth, abundance, and fertility. His twin sister, Freya, the goddess of love, was very pretty! She had cats!
Rick Riordan
#74. If something happens and I explode or something ... ""You love me, want me to drive your Harley and take care of Summer." Beck rolled his eyes to ease the tension. "Okay.""More or less,
Lizzy Ford
#75. I love writing about the summer between high school and college. It's the last gasp of really being a teen.
Sarah Dessen
#76. Later that summer, as rain fell, such a moment shimmered and paused on the brink, and then began the ancient dance of numbers: two, four, eight, sixteen, thirty-two, and a new life took root and began to grow. And thus the generations past were joined to the unknowable future.
Mary Doria Russell
#77. 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
#78. Kodachrome, it gives us those nice bright colors
Gives us the greens of summers
Makes you think all the world's a sunny day, oh yeah!
I got a Nikon camera, I love to take a photograph
So momma, don't take my Kodachrome away ...
Paul Simon
#79. Under the summer roses When the flagrant crimson Lurks in the dusk Of the wild red leaves, Love, with little hands, Comes and touches you With a thousand memories, And asks you Beautiful, unanswerable questions.
Carl Sandburg
#80. The charm is in waiting... The fragrance of a hope... The sublimity of a dream... The eloquence of a silence... The resplendence of darkness... The heat of winter... The cold of summer... The flashback of a memory... The unliving of a moment...
Avijeet Das
#81. Pushing the boundaries of my golden cage, searching for new ways of expression and freedom, unveiling the ambiguities between music and art, friendship and love - that was my summer of 1979.
Ella Leya
#82. I wanted my spring awakening, even if it was coming a season late.
I wanted summer lovin' that would happen so fast.
I wanted to succeed at the business of love without really trying.
David Levithan
#83. i am permanently
tanned
in the summer of poetry.
Sanober Khan
#84. Early summer fireflies are beginning to dance above the spindly green stalks of weeds like lonesome boys looking for something beautiful and shiny to flash back at them. Lovers looking for someone to love.
Holly Schindler
#85. He holds her for an eternity. Time cascades into the void of the past. She inhales his scent. Full of man and strength and yearning. And she wonders why she ever doubted their relationship. Why she let Julian's soothing touch coax her into loving him too. Gage is everything. Gage is hers.
Laura Kreitzer
#86. That summer we had been absolutely alone, together, even when people were around, the only inhabitants of the kind of floating island or magic carpet which being in love is.
Robert Penn Warren
#87. I waited for the seasons of love to pass from this cold winter to the summer heat I dreamed of.
Shannon L. Alder
#88. 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
#89. Crystal-clear revelation struck Zane like a bolt of summer lightning, sizzling through the chill of February air.
Abigail Roux
#90. I myself love to read those Victorian novels which go on and on, and you don't read them in one sitting. You might read one over the course of a summer, but that isn't what I want to write.
Joan Didion
#91. Time keeps ticking away, unaware of the suffering each second generates. Time doesn't care, because if it did, it would've reversed.
Laura Kreitzer
#92. I would give up all the summers of eternity for you. I love you. Forever and my summer days, I'll love you.
Shana Abe
#93. I love Donna Summer, and I love ABBA. I love late '70s disco. I love the Bee Gees. I just love that period of recording.
Taylor Hawkins
#94. It was then I thought of Corsica, the place we had discovered together. I craved the wind, the sun and salt, the simplicity of the island.
Lucy Foley
#95. I equate peonies with love because they're the first blooms of summer.
Isaac Mizrahi
#96. Of the love-making of Carol and Will Kennicott there is nothing to be told which may not be heard on every summer evening, on every shadowy block.
Sinclair Lewis
#97. The sketch of the summer-house which she had given me on the morning of our farewell, and which had never been separated from me since, was the birthday of our first hope.
Wilkie Collins
#98. Green was the silence, wet was the light,
the month of June trembled like a butterfly.
Pablo Neruda
#99. The night surrounds, breathes across her skin. They're lost in the shadows of the moon.
Laura Kreitzer
#100. I think about my mother singing after lunch on a Summer afternoon, twirling in blue dress across the floor of her dressing room
Audrey Niffenegger
