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Labor Day weekend might constitute summer’s last hurrah in most people’s eyes, but some of us are prone to keeping the dream alive long after the kids are back in school — perhaps even after they’ve started cutting out paper pumpkins. A big part of the season’s magic comes from the memories formed during trips taken and responsibilities shirked, from childhood onward. Indeed, the harder you work during the rest of the year, the more of a respite you feel entitled to. If you haven’t already gathered a fresh crop of summer memories to subsist on from January onward, then you’d better go out and makes some.
In the meantime, here are some of our favorite quotes about summer to help you cling to the season as you squeeze the last drops from these remaining weeks.
William Faulkner, The Sound and the Fury, 1929
“Some days in late August at home are like this, the air thin and eager like this, with something in it sad and nostalgic and familiar…”
Sara Teasdale, “The Look,” 1918
“Stephen kissed me in the spring,
Robin in the fall,
But Colin only looked at me
And never kissed at all.
Stephen’s kiss was lost in jest,
Robin’s lost in play,
But the kiss in Colin’s eyes
Haunts me night and day.”
Ray Bradbury, Dandelion Wine, 1957
“Hold summer in your hand, pour summer in a glass, a tiny glass of course, the smallest tingling sip for children; change the season in your veins by raising glass to lip and tilting summer in”
Alfred Tennyson, “Tears, Idle Tears,” 1847
“Tears, idle tears, I know not what they mean,
Tears from the depths of some divine despair
Rise in the heart, and gather to the eyes,
In looking on the happy autumn fields,
And thinking of the days that are no more.”
Bill Watterson, It’s a Magical World: A Calvin and Hobbes Collection, 1996
“In the short term, it would make me happy to go play outside. In the long term, it would make me happier to do well at school and become successful. But in the very long term, I know which will make better memories.”
Willa Cather, My Ántonia, 1918
“Some memories are realities and are better than anything that can ever happen to one again.”
Pablo Neruda, “Still Another Day,” 1969
“The days aren’t discarded or collected, they are bees
that burned with sweetness or maddened
the sting: the struggle continues,
the journeys go and come between honey and pain.
No, the net of years doesn’t unweave: there is no net.
They don’t fall drop by drop from a river: there is no river.
Sleep doesn’t divide life into halves,
or action, or silence, or honor:
life is like a stone, a single motion,
a lonesome bonfire reflected on the leaves,
an arrow, only one, slow or swift, a metal
that climbs or descends burning in your bones.”