Summer

“I am profoundly enchanted by the flowing complexity in you.”
― John Keats

“Odd coincidence – he had just been wishing that very thing. They plunged like divers into the dark eddying crowd and emerging in the cool Fifties sauntered indolently homeward, infinitely romantic to each other… both were walking alone in a dispassionate garden with a ghost found in a dream. Halcyon days like boats drifting along slow-moving rivers; spring evenings full of a plaintive melancholy that made the past beautiful and bitter, bidding them look back and see that the loves of other summers long one were dead with the forgotten waltzes of their years.”
― F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Beautiful and Damned

“You are whatever a moon has always meant and whatever a sun will always sing.”
― E.E. Cummings

“For where all love is, the speaking is unnecessary. It is all. It is undying. And it is enough.”
― Diana Gabaldon, Outlander