January cold and desolate; February dripping wet; March wind ranges; April changes; Birds sing in tune To flowers of May, And sunny… — Christina Rossetti Copy Share Image
“The autumn leaves, arranged in two or three scarlet terraces among the pine trees, have fallen like ancient dreams. The red and… — Sōseki Natsume Copy Share Image
If a man knows the law, find out, though he live in a pine shanty, and resort to him. And if a… — Ralph Waldo Emerson Copy Share Image
At no other time (than autumn) does the earth let itself be inhaled in one smell, the ripe earth; in a smell… — Rainer Maria Rilke Copy Share Image
It was a morning of ground mist, yellow sunshine, and high rifts of blue, white-cloud-dappled sky. The leaves were still thick on… — Flora Thompson Copy Share Image
“But truly, the Autumn Provinces provide the most ideal situation for our program. Autumn is the very soul of metamorphosis, a time… — Catherynne M. Valente Copy Share Image
What is it that sometimes speaks in the soul so calmly, so clearly, that its earthly time is short? Is it the… — Harriet Beecher Stowe Copy Share Image
My heart is a garden tired with autumn, Heaped with bending asters and dahlias heavy and dark, In the hazy sunshine, the… — Sara Teasdale Copy Share Image
“Autumn has come and reason has gone. Yesterday, I sold the sun for you and tonight the stars are running away from… — Kamand Kojouri Copy Share Image
“Autumn leaves under frozen soles, Hungry hands turning soft and old, My hero cried as we stood out their in the cold,… — Paolo Nutini Copy Share Image
Live. And Live Well. BREATHE. Breathe in and Breathe deeply. Be PRESENT. Do not be past. Do not be future. Be now.… — Kyle Lake Copy Share Image
“In the slanting light of late autumn, the gestures and bodies of people are more expressive the less meaning they have. Men… — Andrzej Stasiuk Copy Share Image
Creative people often feel highs of joy and lows of sorrow that others may never experience, and perhaps could not even handle… — Duncan Long Copy Share Image
“In the utter peace and stillness the world seemed holding its breath, a little apprehensively, drawing near to the fire to warm… — Elizabeth Goudge Copy Share Image
It was, as I have said, a fine autumnal day; the sky was clear and serene, and nature wore that rich and… — Washington Irving Copy Share Image
I’m just trying to imagine you in flannel pink sock monkey pajamas. I’m sure you look stunning in pink. (Damien) Actually, with… — Sherrilyn Kenyon Copy Share Image
“It is Autumn, as you know, and things are beginning to die. It is so wonderful to be out in the crisp… — Hunter S. Thompson Copy Share Image
Life is the blossoming of flowers in the spring, the ripening of fruit in the fall, the rhythm of the earth and… — Daisaku Ikeda Copy Share Image
“Feel no regret for roses, autumn too has its delights...How could she say that? Didn't she see that for us there could… — Raphael Carter Copy Share Image
“But this isn't standard Japanese picnic fare: not a grain of rice or a pickled plum in sight. Instead, they fill the… — Matt Goulding Copy Share Image
Seventy-five years. That's how much time you get if you're lucky. Seventy-five years. Seventy-five winters, seventy-five springtimes, seventy-five summers, and seventy-five autumns.… — Eddie Murphy Copy Share Image
Now the autumn shudders In the rose's root. Far and wide the ladders Lean among the fruit. Now the autumn clambers Up… — Edna St. Vincent Millay Copy Share Image
To think that the affairs of this life always remain in the same state is a vain presumption; indeed they all seem… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
And so I ask myself: 'Where are your dreams?' And I shake my head and mutter: 'How the years go by!' And… — Fyodor Dostoevsky Copy Share Image
Variations: II Green light, from the moon, Pours over the dark blue trees, Green light from the autumn moon Pours on the… — Conrad Aiken Copy Share Image
The trees change their voices in autumn as well as their shapes. No longer do they whisper to one another in muffled… — Patience Strong Copy Share Image
I love this place; I love mountains and big skies and forests. And the weather is still supremely beautiful even though the… — Katherine Mansfield Copy Share Image
In summer we live out of doors, and have only impulses and feelings, which are all for action, and must wait commonly… — Henry David Thoreau Copy Share Image
Autumn is the American season. In Europe the leaves turn yellow or brown, and fall. Here they take fire on the trees… — Archibald MacLeish Copy Share Image
“Once upon a time, there was a boy. He lived in a village that no longer exists, in a house that no… — Nicole Krauss Copy Share Image
Filled with rapture, his soul yearned for freedom, space, vastness. Over him the heavenly dome, full of quiet, shining stars, hung boundlessly.… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
The morning air of the pasture turned steadily cooler. Day by day, the bright golden leaves of the birches turned more spotted… — Haruki Murakami Copy Share Image
“Indeed, he could not be long in discovering that people beyond a suspicion of unbalance, or not obviously coveting the moment's arrest… — James Gould Cozzens Copy Share Image
“For me the autumn has never been a sad season. The dead leaves and the increasingly shorter days have never suggested the… — Patrick Modiano Copy Share Image
During the whole of a dull, dark, and soundless day in the autumn of the year, when the clouds hung oppressively low… — Edgar Allan Poe Copy Share Image
Most autumns, the water is low from the long dry summer, and you have to get out from time to time and… — John Graves Copy Share Image
“It was a small town by a small river and a small lake in a small northern part of a Midwest state.… — Ray Bradbury Copy Share Image
“She pulled off the road when she was halfway there, parking the car in a spot where the grass had turned from… — Tracy Guzeman Copy Share Image
Association is the delight of the heart, not less than of poetry. Alison observes that an autumn sunset, with its crimson clouds,… — Robert Aris Willmott Copy Share Image
“I feel you calling, in the autumn sweet transformation. I have reached my brightest green to the gold burning sun. I have… — Tamara Rendell Copy Share Image
