“End of the Summer It was end of the summer And my heart was broken but i was smiling, laughing, making jokes… — Arzum Uzun Copy Share Image
A healthy man, indeed, is the complement of the seasons, and in winter, summer is in his heart. — Henry David Thoreau Copy Share Image
“All too violently my heart still flows toward you—my heart, upon which my summer burns, short, hot, melancholy, overblissful; how my summer… — Freidrich Nietzsche Copy Share Image
I know I am but summer to your heart, and not the full four seasons of the year. — Edna St. Vincent Millay Copy Share Image
“This is the gift and the sorrow of the Athanate; to see your loves pass before you like the days of summer… — Mark Henwick Copy Share Image
I know I am but summer to your heart, And not the full four seasons of the year; And you must welcome… — Edna St. Vincent Millay Copy Share Image
When autumn comes, it doesn't ask. It just walks in, where it left you last. And you never know, when it starts;… — John Mayer Copy Share Image
