it's a smile, it's a kiss, it's a sip of wine ... it's summertime!— Kenny Chesney
Provocative Summer Love quotations
Your mind will always believe everything you tell it. Feed it hope. Feed it truth. Feed it with love.
But love, whether in Multan or on Siberia's icy tundra, whether in the winter or the summer, whether among the rich or the poor, whether among the beautiful or the ugly, whether among the crude or refined, love is always just love. There's no difference.
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!
The secret to living well and longer is: eat half, walk double, laugh triple and love without measure.
Love comforteth like sunshine after rain, But Lust's effect is tempest after sun; Love's gentle spring doth always fresh remain, Lust's winter comes ere summer half be done; Love surfeits not, Lust like a glutton dies; Love is all truth, Lust full of forged lies.
The summer night is like a perfection of thought.
I loved you when love was Spring, and May, Loved you when summer deepened into June, and now when autumn yellows all the leaves.
Everyone comes with baggage. Find someone who loves you enough to help you unpack.
These are the times that try men's souls.
The summer soldier and the sunshine patriot will, in this crisis, shrink from the service of his country; but he that stands it NOW, deserves the love and thanks of man and woman.
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.
So we grew together like to a double cherry, seeming parted, but yet an union in partition, two lovely berries molded on one stem.
I hope to arrive to my death, late, in love and a little drunk.
In joy or sadness, flowers are our constant friends.
Serene was a word you could put to Brooklyn New York.
Especially in the summer of 1912. Somber as a word was better. But it did not apply to Williamsburg Brooklyn. Prairie was lovely and Shenandoah had a beautiful sound but you couldn't fit those words into Brooklyn. Serene was the only word for it especially on a Saturday afternoon in summer.
One must maintain a little bittle of summer, even in the middle of winter.
How lucky I am to have something that makes saying goodbye so hard.
Autumn, the year's last, loveliest smile.
In summer, the song sings itself.
She enjoys rain for its wetness, winter for its cold, summer for its heat.
She loves rainbows as much for fading as for their brilliance. It is easy for her, she opens her heart and accepts everything.
Take a lover who looks at you like maybe you are magic.
Live in each season as it passes: breathe the air, drink the drink, taste the fruit.
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.
I wonder if the snow loves the trees and fields, that it kisses them so gently? And then it covers them up snug, you know, with a white quilt; and perhaps it says "Go to sleep, darlings, till the summer comes again.
Let the beauty of what you love be what you do.
Play ball! Means something more than runs Or pitches thudding into gloves! Remember through the summer suns This is the game your country loves.
Home grown tomatoes, home grown tomatoes What would life be like without homegrown tomatoes Only two things that money can't buy That's true love and home grown tomatoes.
The morning is full of storm in the heart of summer.
The clouds travel like white handkerchiefs of goodbye, the wind, travelling, waving them in its hands. The numberless heart of the wind beating above our loving silence. Orchestral and divine, resounding among the trees like a language full of wars and songs.
A King only bows down to his Queen.
Summer's lease hath all too short a date.
The world keeps turnin' It gets merry like a merry go 'round It gets cold like a frozen winter Well I change like summer fall But I know love is all in all Seeds we're always sowing The grace is always blowing We've just got to lift the sail And we're bound to hit the shore We'll finally calm this storm.
A man says a lot of things in summer he doesn't mean in winter.
To love a person is to see all of their magic, and to remind them of it when they have forgotten.
Now the peak of summer's past, the sky is overcast And the love we swore would last for an age seems deceit.
Even so, there were times I saw freshness and beauty.
I could smell the air, and I really loved rock 'n' roll. Tears were warm, and girls were beautiful, like dreams. I liked movie theaters, the darkness and intimacy, and I liked the deep, sad summer nights.
I almost wish we were butterflies and liv'd but three summer days - three such days with you I could fill with more delight than fifty common years could ever contain.
Sometimes the strongest people are the ones who love beyond all faults, cry behind closed doors and fight battles that nobody knows about.
A life without love is like a year without spring.
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.
If a June night could talk, it would probably boast it invented romance.
The most painful thing is losing yourself in the process of loving someone too much, and forgetting that you are special too.
I think of love, and you, and my heart grows full and warm, and my breath stands still... I can feel a sunshine stealing into my soul and making it all summer, and every thorn, a rose.
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.
I loved every minute of my childhood - sunbathing on the fire escape, digging for buried treasure in the back yard, pulling alewives out of the sand... Then it was all taken away from me. I came back every summer to visit my father until I was 18, but I was always the outsider.
Oh, the summer night, Has a smile of light, And she sits on a sapphire throne.
Take my hand and we'll go riding through the sunshine from above.
We'll find happiness together in the summer skies of love.