Winter is an etching, spring a watercolor, summer an oil painting and autumn a mosaic of them all.

Quote by Stanley Horowitz

Topics: Cute Summer Quotes

Ah, summer, what power you have to make us suffer and like it.

Ah, summer, what power you have to make us suffer and like it.

Now is the winter of our discontent Made glorious summer by this son of York;...

Now is the winter of our discontent Made glorious summer by this son of York;...

There shall be eternal summer in the grateful heart.

There shall be eternal summer in the grateful heart.

Rest is not idleness, and to lie sometimes on the grass under trees on a...

Rest is not idleness, and to lie sometimes on the grass under trees on a...

I know that if odour were visible, as colour is, I'd see the summer garden...

I know that if odour were visible, as colour is, I'd see the summer garden...

What dreadful hot weather we have! It keeps me in a continual state of inelegance.

What dreadful hot weather we have! It keeps me in a continual state of inelegance.

What is one to say about June, the time of perfect young summer, the fulfillment...

What is one to say about June, the time of perfect young summer, the fulfillment...

Summer is the time when one sheds one's tensions with one's clothes, and the right...

Summer is the time when one sheds one's tensions with one's clothes, and the right...

Summer is delicious. rain is refreshing, wind braces up, snow is exhilarating; there is no...

Summer is delicious. rain is refreshing, wind braces up, snow is exhilarating; there is no...

Perfect summer day is when the sun is shining, the breeze is blowing, the birds...

Perfect summer day is when the sun is shining, the breeze is blowing, the birds...

Then followed that beautiful season... Summer.... Filled was the air with a dreamy and magical...

Then followed that beautiful season... Summer.... Filled was the air with a dreamy and magical...

Now simmer blinks on flowery braes, And o'er the crystal streamlet plays.

Now simmer blinks on flowery braes, And o'er the crystal streamlet plays.

When I was a little kid, of course, I was brown all summer. That's because...

When I was a little kid, of course, I was brown all summer. That's because...

What is life, when wanting love? Night without a morning; love's the cloudless summer sun,...

What is life, when wanting love? Night without a morning; love's the cloudless summer sun,...

I know that if odor were visible, as color is, I'd see the summer garden...

I know that if odor were visible, as color is, I'd see the summer garden...

If a June night could talk, it would probably boast it invented romance

If a June night could talk, it would probably boast it invented romance

Spring passes and one remembers one's innocence. Summer passes and one remembers one's exuberance. Autumn...

Spring passes and one remembers one's innocence. Summer passes and one remembers one's exuberance. Autumn...