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“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.”
― Haruki Murakami, Dance Dance Dance

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

“The dreamy days and sticky nights of summer were already calling, as if anything could happen.”
― C.J. Carlyon, The Cherry House

“Overhead hung a summer sky furrowed with the rush of rockets; and from the east a late moon, pushing up beyond the lofty bend of the coast, sent across the bay a shaft of brightness which paled to ashes in the red glitter of the illuminated boats.”
― Edith Wharton, The House of Mirth

“These summer nights are short. Going to bed before midnight is unthinkable and talk, wine, moonlight and the warm air are often in league to defer it one, two or three hours more. It seems only a moment after falling asleep out of doors that dawn touches one gently on the shoulder, and, completely refreshed, up one gets, or creeps into the shade or indoors for another luxurious couple of hours. The afternoon is the time for real sleep: into the abyss one goes to emerge when the colours begin to revive and the world to breathe again about five o'clock, ready once more for the rigours and pleasures of late afternoon, the evening, and the night.”
― Patrick Leigh Fermor, Mani: Travels in the Southern Peloponnese

“All I cared about that summer were suntans, beaches, boys and booze.”
― Shannon Celebi, Small Town Demons

“The night wears on; the fire dwindles; the wind shifts and my heart aches with nostalgia - summer camps and catching lightning bugs and August skies aflame with stars. The way the desert smells and the long, wistful sigh of wind rushing down from the mountains as the sun dips beneath the horizon.”
― Rick Yancey, The Infinite Sea

“In the trees the night wind stirs, bringing the leaves to life, endowing them with speech; the electric lights illuminate the green branches from the under side, translating them into a new language.”
― E.B. White

“Time goes by at the speed of life
Slower than a slow dance
on a hot summer night
Faster than the skin breaks
on the edge of a knife
And we just go on at the speed of life”
― Jude Cole

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

“Like ghosts the children walked across the lawn on their bare feet. The moon was full. Above the damp grass hung a veil of mist, luminous with moonlight and spangled with fireflies. There was no wind, and the sound of the brook was very distinct, tinkling, splashing, running softly. It made Mona think of an ancient fountain, shaped like a shell, covered with moss, and set in a secluded garden. Something she half remembered, or imagined.”
― Elizabeth Enright, The Four-Story Mistake

“It's like one of those summer nights with your friends by the ocean. You're drinking straight from the bottle, singing the memories of the best years and for just that night you're infinite. You're exactly where you're supposed to be. There is no future. You have earned the present.
And I'm taking trains to nowhere, hoping to be able to hold on to these few moments on stage every night. And I'm thinking that I'm me,
and this very moment,
I'm actually okay with that.”
― Charlotte Eriksson, Empty Roads & Broken Bottles: in search for The Great Perhaps

“The summer night was settling upon the neighborhood like a dark lace veil, casting dappled shadows on the roofs and sidewalks and lawns.”
― Victoria Kahler, Luisa Across the Bay

“I’ll save a spot for you on the hood of my truck.”
― Laura Miller, My Butterfly

“Cabel felt the familiar nostalgic excitement of the endless possibilities encapsulated in a summers' night at Silver Beach. He smiled at himself as a boy and, more ruefully, at the man who now stood on the worn planks of the boardwalk. This night held no possibilities for him, though it was pleasant to remember a time when it did.”
― Erin Farwell, Shadowlands

“...until summer becomes ein Zimmer in einem Traum -- a room in a dream.”
― William H. Gass, Reading Rilke: Reflections on the Problems of Translation

“During my childhood, I saw at least ten thousand fireflies shimmering their amber lights in the darkness and never once longed to dissect a single one to discover the source of its magic. I’m older now, my youth behind me, and fireflies continue to fill me with the joy of childhood. I refuse to dissect their magic. We all need a miracle or two or three to cling to, and I will always cling to the miracle of fireflies on a summer’s night.”
― Brenda Sutton Rose

“Og jeg var sÃ¥ kjær i ham, Ã¥ hele verden blev borte nÃ¥r han kom. Jeg husker en mand som kunde komme gÃ¥ende! Han hadde fuldskjæg, han var som et dyr, han stanset iblandt og holdt den ene fot oppe og lyttet, sÃ¥ gik han videre. Han brukte ogsÃ¥ skindklær.”
― Knut Hamsun, Rosa

“Short lives,

bouncing harmlessly as a cloth doll on grandma’s lap.

Small helpless states,

pretentiousness garbed in the unintelligible,

makers of disposable art,

the zeal to make a scoop unstoppable,

pacified by fresh news,

of scrabbling sexy movements.”
― Brian D'Ambrosio

“She had memories of a quiet pool in the woods, where she'd retreat with her books, hiding from chores that needed to be done around the house. She remembered the sound of her parents after sunset, calling her to come home. The fireflies would flicker around her as it became too dark to read, but still she'd stay, to watch the fireflies over the water and listen to the birds and the squirrels settle in for the night and the night hunters, the owls and and the cats, begin to wake. Once, she'd even glimpsed a unicorn sipping from the pond, but it could have been only a white deer and a trick of the twilight. Another afternoon, her father had come with her, avoiding his chores too. They'd read books side by side, and her mother hadn't said a word when they'd returned. A week later, her mother had been the one to join her by the pond, arriving with lunch in a basket and presenting Kiela with a new unread book, a rare treasure on the island.”
― Sarah Beth Durst, The Spellshop

“Najbardziej lubiÄ™ koniec grudnia, kiedy ciemno robi siÄ™ o czwartej. MogÄ™ wÅ‚ożyć pidżamÄ™, Å‚yknąć Å›rodek nasenny, poÅ‚ożyć siÄ™ do łóżka z butelkÄ… wina i książkÄ…. Tak żyjÄ™ od lat. SÅ‚oÅ„ce wstaje o dziewiÄ…tej, zanim czÅ‚owiek siÄ™ umyje i wypije parÄ™ kaw, robi siÄ™ poÅ‚udnie i trzeba przetrwać już tylko cztery godziny, co zazwyczaj udaje mi siÄ™ bezboleÅ›nie. Ale wiosna jest nie do zniesienia, niekoÅ„czÄ…ce siÄ™ cudowne zachody sÅ‚oÅ„ca, jak w jakiejÅ› pieprzonej operze, wciąż nowe kolory, nowe blaski; raz postanowiÅ‚em zostać tu przez caÅ‚Ä… wiosnÄ™ i lato; myÅ›laÅ‚em, że umrÄ™, co wieczór byÅ‚em na skraju samobójstwa, przez ten zmrok, który godzinami nie chciaÅ‚ zapaść.”
― Michel Houellebecq, La carte et le territoire

“We came out on Coldra Crescent, one of those warm air nights, stars spitting in the sky like firebugs stuck on a big black velvet rump. A summer night to make anybody with standard glands feel that tidy homes, spring mattresses, four guaranteed meals per day, and legalised religion were all criminal to human development.”
― Ron Berry, So Long, Hector Bebb

“Thursday night was soft and sugary, one of those perfect objects that summer doled out once in a while to torture you with how it could be all the time, if it cared. Pepper had known women like that, women stingy with the better parts of themselves, and perhaps there were those who'd say the same of him.”
― Colson Whitehead, Crook Manifesto

“Seen from above, the canopy of oak and make and pine is pierced by the pond, which looks back at you like some green eye, knowing and ancient. The air above the pond dives into clefts of coolness, then rises up at the warmth of the margins. Down the path, filigrees of blackflies and mosquitos dance in the heat waves given off by men and women and their domestic fires. Joyous bats dart about.”
― Grace Dane Mazur, The Garden Party: A Novel

“Those are the best evenings, when we fill up on bread bowls stuffed to the brim with clam chowder and then spend the full-moon-drenched night on the empty pier, gathering the thick, swirling clouds of raw magic. I wouldn't be able to spend late nights with Remy, cozied up in my room with magic-infused globes floating around us as we watch the latest episode of Demon Slayer projected on my ceiling, while sipping charmed mugs of yuzu honey tea.”
― Julie Abe, The Charmed List

“...the light of my lonely summer evenings stretched past ten o'clock, the water like glass until a fish leaped and the sun lingering, lingering- a guest who wouldn't leave.”
― Blake Crouch, Upgrade

“You don’t let a girl like her go without regretting it every moment of every day until you get her back.”
― Lexi Kingston, Forever June

“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