Summer means promises fulfilled, objectives gained, hopes realized. The surge of doing and achieving, of watching and enjoying is finally replaced by a sense of quiet and floating and a certain fullness and repletion, as though one cannot absorb any more.
— Sigurd F. Olsen
This was one of those perfect New England days in late summer where the spirit of autumn takes a first stealing flight, like a spy, through the ripening country-side, and, with feigned sympathy for those who droop with August heat, puts her cool cloak of bracing air about leaf and flower.
— Sarah Orne Jewett
Today the summer has come at my window with its signs and murmurs…Now it is time to sit quiet face to face with Thee, and to sing dedication of life in this silent and overflowing leisure.
— Rabindranath Tagore