“To take wine into our mouths is to savor a droplet of the river of human history” — Clifton Fadiman
"If we sip the wine, we find dreams coming upon us out of the imminent night." — D.H. Lawrence
“Most days I juggle everything quite well, on the other days there's always red wine.” — Rachael Bermingham
“Wine makes every meal an occasion, every table more elegant, every day more civilized.” — Andre Simon
"There shall be eternal summer in the grateful heart." — Celia Thaxter
"By all these lovely tokens September days are here, with summer's best of weather and autumn's best of cheer." — Helen Hunt Jackson
"In the depth of winter, I finally learned that within me there lay an invincible summer." — Albert Camus
"When summer gathers up her robes of glory, and, like a dream, glides away." — Sarah Helen Whitman
"August has passed, and yet summer continues by force to grow days. They sprout secretly between the chapters of the year, covertly included between its pages." — Jonathan Safran Foer
"August rain: the best of the summer gone, and the new fall not yet born. The odd uneven time." — Sylvia Plath
"Gone are the birds that were our summer guests." — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
"One must maintain a little bit of summer, even in the middle of winter." — Henry David Thoreau
"People don’t notice whether it’s winter or summer when they’re happy." — Anton Chekhov
"It will not always be summer; build barns." — Hesiod
"There is something deep within us that sobs at endings. Why, God, does everything have to end? Why does all nature grow old? Why do spring and summer have to go?" — Joe Wheeler
"The end-of-summer winds make people restless." — Sebastian Faulks
"Autumn is leaving its mellowness behind for its spiky, rotted stage. Don't remember summer even saying goodbye." — David Mitchell
“The morning had dawned clear and cold, with a crispness that hinted at the end of summer.” -George R.R. Martin
"Summertime. It was a song. It was a season. I wondered if that season would ever live inside of me.” - Benjamin Alire Sáenz
"Summer will end soon enough, and childhood as well.” - George R.R. Martin
"You are so much sunshine in every square inch." - Walt Whitman
“If June was the beginning of a hopeful summer, and July the juice middle, August was suddenly feeling like the bitter end." - Sarah Dessen
"When summer opens, I see how fast it matures, and fear it will be short; but after the heats of July and August, I am reconciled, like one
who has had his swing, to the cool of autumn." - Ralph Waldo Emerson
“I know I am but summer to your heart, and not the full four seasons of the year.” - Edna St. Vincent Millay
"Summer has filled her veins with light and her heart is washed with noon." - C. Day Lewis
“What good is the warmth of summer, without the cold of winter to give it sweetness.” - John Steinbeck
“When summer gathers up her robes of glory, And, like a dream, glides away." - Sarah Helen Whitman
“By all these lovely tokens September days are here, with summer's best of weather and autumn's best of cheer." - Helen Hunt Jackson
“Spring passes and one remembers one's innocence. Summer passes and one remembers one's exuberance. Autumn passes and one remembers one's reverence. Winter passes and one remembers one's perseverance.” - Yoko Ono
“There shall be eternal summer in the grateful heart." - Celia Thaxter
“There was nothing like a Saturday — unless it was the Saturday leading up to the last week of school and into summer vacation. That of course was all the Saturdays of your life rolled into one big shiny ball.” - Nora Roberts
“She would be half a planet away, floating in a turquoise sea, dancing by moonlight to flamenco guitar.” - Janet Fitch
“She loves the serene brutality of the ocean, loves the electric power she felt with each breath of wet, briny air.” - Holly Black
“Let us dance in the sun, wearing wild flowers in our hair...” - Susan Polis Schutz
“No man needs a vacation so much as the man who has just had one.” - Elbert Hubbard
“If it could only be like this always — always summer." - Evelyn Waugh
“Because there’s nothing more beautiful than the way the ocean refuses to stop kissing the shoreline, no matter how many times it’s sent away.” - Sarah Kay
"Summertime is always the best of what might be." - Charles Bowden
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