Summer Love Quotes and Sayings
To love and be loved is to feel the sun from both sides. ~ David Viscott
I question not if thrushes sing
If roses load the air
Beyond my heart, I need not reach
When all is summer there. ~ John Vance Cheny
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. - Author Unknown
A life without love is like a year without summer. ~ Swedish Proverb
If a June night could talk, it would probably boast it invented romance. ~ Bern Williams
These are the forgeries of jealousy; And never, since the middle summer's spring, Met we on hill, in dale, forest, or mead, By paved fountain or by rushy brook, Or in the beached margent of the sea, To dance our ringlets to the whistling wind, But with thy brawls thou hast disturbed our sport. ~ William Shakespeare, A Midsummer Night's Dream
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, unanswered questions. ~ Carl Sandburg
To love and be loved is to feel the sun from both sides. ~ David Viscott
I question not if thrushes sing
If roses load the air
Beyond my heart, I need not reach
When all is summer there. ~ John Vance Cheny
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. - Author Unknown
A life without love is like a year without summer. ~ Swedish Proverb
If a June night could talk, it would probably boast it invented romance. ~ Bern Williams
These are the forgeries of jealousy; And never, since the middle summer's spring, Met we on hill, in dale, forest, or mead, By paved fountain or by rushy brook, Or in the beached margent of the sea, To dance our ringlets to the whistling wind, But with thy brawls thou hast disturbed our sport. ~ William Shakespeare, A Midsummer Night's Dream
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, unanswered questions. ~ Carl Sandburg