Summer Love Quotes

“Summer has always been good to me, even the bittersweet end, with the slanted yellow light.”
― Paul Monette, Borrowed Time: An AIDS Memoir

“In the summer, we write life’s summary with the slow waves of love flowing over the sandy beach. The slow breeze and the warm sun write our memories.”
― Debasish Mridha

“She wasn't his girlfriend. She was his bubblegum girl--only fun until she lost her flavor.”
― Jenny Rosen, Cheater, Faker, Troublemaker

“Summer has always been good to me, even the bittersweet end, with the slant of yellow light.”
― Paul Monette, Borrowed Time: An AIDS Memoir

“we met one strange summer

in a regular tangle of sticky webs

you had the air of angels sweet but I--

drowned with the damned spirits

in lava oceans fearing your--

foreign static frequency

and grey-green eyes

(I swear they are even if you--

think otherwise): storms

calm ones, calmer than my--

raging coals, empty and dead

you speak of souls like you believe

always an optimist in pessimistic

skin of ivory and titanium mesh...”
― Moonshine Noire

“So much for summer love and saying "us"
'Cause you weren't mine to lose”
― Taylor Swift

“When she remembered a summer it would be this one. When she remembered love it would be his.”
― C.J. Carlyon, The Cherry House

“It is hard to know how to save the world if one has never lived in it.”
― Alex Flinn, Girls of July

“This is how we dreamed. Moonlight in our mouths, love on our lips and summer in our skies.”
― Marie-Kristin Hofmann, Remember the wild girl

“She sauntered in the August rain
With an endless rhythm of pain,
With a desire to run
To reach his arms that warmed her,
Like sweet summer's sun!”
― Natasha Jain

“End of summer
comes falling like a waterfall of midnight stars
and I'm crawling out of this
nymphal skeleton
leaving you
like cicada do”
― Alisha Christensen, The Lovers

“Funny how perfection can mean a million things. Tonight, it’s a boy and supermarket salads, the air tasting of salt and second chances, and a butterfly feeling in my chest.”
― Caroline George, The Summer We Forgot

“There is the elixir of life
in the gentle summer breeze.
The more it caresses me,
the more alive I feel.”
― Bhuwan Thapaliya

“She threw a lasso over summer
and rested in the grasses,
realizing betrayal wouldn’t hurt as much,
if she didn’t care.”
― Carolyn Riker, My Dear, Love Hasn't Forgotten You

“And for the four remaining days - the ninety-six remaining hours - we mapped out a future away from everything we knew. When the walls of the map were breached, we gave one another courage to build them again. And we imagined our home an old stone barn filled with junk and wine and paintings, surrounded by fields of wildflowers and bees.
I remember our final day in the villa. We were supposed to be going that evening, taking the sleeper back to England. I was on edge, a mix of nerves and excitement, looking out to see if he made the slightest move toward leaving, but he didn’t. Toiletries remained on the bathroom shelves, clothes stayed scattered across the floor. We went to the beach as usual, lay side by side in our usual spot. The heat was intense and we said little, certainly nothing of our plans to move up to Provence, to the lavender and light. To the fields of sunflowers.
I looked at my watch. We were almost there. It was happening. I kept saying to myself, he’s going to do it. I left him on the bed dozing, and went out to the shop to get water and peaches. I walked the streets as if they were my new home. Bonjour to everyone, me walking barefoot, oh so confident, free. And I imagined how we’d go out later to eat, and we’d celebrate at our bar. And I’d phone Mabel and Mabel would say, I understand.
I raced back to the villa, ran up the stairs and died.
Our rucksacks were open on the bed, our shoes already packed away inside. I watched him from the door. He was silent, his eyes red. He folded his clothes meticulously, dirty washing in separate bags. I wanted to howl. I wanted to put my arms around him, hold him there until the train had left the station.
I’ve got peaches and water for the journey, I said.
Thank you, he said. You think of everything.
Because I love you, I said.
He didn’t look at me. The change was happening too quickly.
Is there a taxi coming? My voice was weak, breaking.
Madame Cournier’s taking us.
I went to open the window, the scent of tuberose strong. I lit a cigarette and looked at the sky. An airplane cast out a vivid orange wake that ripped across the violet wash. And I remember thinking, how cruel it was that our plans were out there somewhere. Another version of our future, out there somewhere, in perpetual orbit.
The bottle of pastis? he said.
I smiled at him. You take it, I said.
We lay in our bunks as the sleeper rattled north and retraced the journey of ten days before. The cabin was dark, an occasional light from the corridor bled under the door. The room was hot and airless, smelled of sweat. In the darkness, he dropped his hand down to me and waited. I couldn’t help myself, I reached up and held it. Noticed my fingertips were numb. We’ll be OK, I remember thinking. Whatever we are, we’ll be OK.
We didn’t see each other for a while back in Oxford. We both suffered, I know we did, but differently. And sometimes, when the day loomed gray, I’d sit at my desk and remember the heat of that summer. I’d remember the smells of tuberose that were carried by the wind, and the smell of octopus cooking on the stinking griddles. I’d remember the sound of our laughter and the sound of a doughnut seller, and I’d remember the red canvas shoes I lost in the sea, and the taste of pastis and the taste of his skin, and a sky so blue it would defy anything else to be blue again. And I’d remember my love for a man that almost made everything possible./”
― Sarah Winman, Tin Man

“A lazy summer's day and a long, lost love. Can a poet ask for anything more than a broken heart ordained from above?

--the poet; unknown
Orange Room Poems— Douglas Laurent”
― douglas laurent

“Loving him was honest, sky blushed pink, hair stiff with salt as we raced down the beach. At fourteen, he said, “Hurting you won’t ever be my way of fixing me.” He meant it.”
― Caroline George, The Summer We Forgot

“I want to kiss him better than the girls before me. I want to make forgetting me impossible so whenever he closes his eyes, he relives this moment over and over, hands tangled in hair, lips held captive. Remembering me until I am his memory.”
― Caroline George, The Summer We Forgot

“In hidden orchards the stone fruit ripened so fast that what we didn't eat was given to the animals, and so like chimps like finches like gilas we glutted on plums so ripe they split if looked at, cherries and blackberries staining our sheets. We distilled summer meads heady with anise and yogurt, and watered fields with the barrels' dregs. To the tidal boom of an underground aquarium, I cut a sturgeon nose to slit and ransacked its body for that other fruit, pure caviar. I looked to Aida for the salt. Sweaty, unshowered, her pubis its own rough ocean. Saline, the meat of her as she bucked against my tongue, split open, gleaming.”
― C Pam Zhang, Land of Milk and Honey

“Forget Mount Shasta, my hometown, where the Rainbow Gatherers converge June through August to bask naked in the sun, live communally, and wear flowers in their hair. This year the summer of love is in Tokyo.”
― Emiko Jean, Tokyo Dreaming

“Jag överdrev när jag sa att jag trodde att du hatade det jag spelade. Det jag menade var att jag trodde att du hatade mig. Jag hoppades att du skulle övertyga mig om motsatsen - och det gjorde du, tillfälligt.
Varför kommer jag inte tro på det imorgon?
- Call Me By Your Name, svensk översättning av Peter Samuelsson.
Originalförfattare André Aciman.”
― André Aciman, Call Me By Your Name

“Shall I compare thee to a Wintercearig day?”
― Rainbow Harvest

“I wondered if this was a sign that, whatever happened this summer, I'd be the one with a scar.”
― Kevin Wilson, Now Is Not the Time to Panic

“Your smile is sunshine.”
― Lexi Kingston, Forever June

“Once upon a time, pink dolphins swam not far from shore. He and Yas would wade out to see the newest calves and swim alongside Mira and Hira--- the names they'd given the sweetest two with matching crooked fins.”
― Aisha Saeed, Forty Words for Love

“Summer is for music, and it’s time to turn up the volume! Whether you're strumming a guitar by the campfire, dancing to your favorite tunes at a festival, or learning a new instrument at music school, the season’s rhythm is calling. Embrace the endless melodies, the sun-soaked jam sessions, and the vibrant beats that make summer unforgettable. Let the music move you, inspire you, and bring people together. So, grab your instrument, hit play on your summer playlist, and let the good vibes roll.”
― Life is Positive

“Books are the ultimate ride-or-die companions. They’re always there, never cancel plans, and don’t care if you’re in your pajamas. They offer wisdom, adventure, and comfort without a hint of judgment. In a world full of pessimism, a good book is your steadfast sidekick, always ready for a chat at any hour. So, next time you need inspiration, just crack open a book. After all, where else can you find a friend who’s always got your back and never asks for anything in return?”
― Life is Positive

“Barbecues, beach days, & those long, lazy summer nights—hello, summer! It's time to bask in the sun, flip burgers like a pro, & enjoy endless evenings under the stars. Say goodbye to your winter woes & hello to sandy toes, tan lines, & ice-creams. Whether you're hitting the waves, grilling up a storm, or just lounging with a good book, summer’s got it all. So grab your shades, crank up the tunes, & let the good vibes roll. Here’s to the season of fun, sun, & a whole lot of awesome!”
― Life is Positive

“Τρύγησαν τα χείλη μου το φιλί σου.
Ζουμερό καρπούζι έσταξε το στόμα σου στο δικό μου.
Η θαλασσινή αρμύρα σγούρυνε τα μαλλιά σου,
χρυσαφένια στάχυα στον ήλιο.

Αυγουστιάτικο μελτέμι συνεπήρε τον νου μου.
Άρωμα γιασεμιού στη νυχτερινή γαλήνη
διέλυσε τη βαρυθυμία του προσώπου.
Σκίρτησε το κορμί από επιθυμία.

Φεγγαρόλουστος ουρανός υπόσχεται…
Ψίθυροι έρωτα απελευθερώνονται, όχι τυχαία.
Όρκοι δέσμευσης καταλαγιάζουν τον φόβο.
Όνειρα καλοκαιρινά διώχνουν τα σύννεφα.

Βροχή αστεριών δακρύζει για το φθινόπωρο
και η λαχτάρα μου, κόκκινο βάφει το κρασί…
Ξαπόστασε ήλιε του Αυγούστου μαζί μου,
κορόιδεψε τον χρόνο και μείνε λίγο παραπάνω.”
― Nikolina Lekka

“I feel a grin come on and wink at her. “You think I’m super fit?”
“That is not what I said, and I do not think you need me to inflate your ego any more!” She shoots me a fierce look.”
― Helly Mayers, Find Me