I know the lands are lit, with all the autumn blaze of…

The lands are lit with all the autumn blaze of golden-rod, and everywhere the purple asters nod and bend and wave and flit.

— Helen Hunt

“Goldenrod Moram had a first name that sounded like it belonged in the middle of a fairy tale, where she would be the dazzling…

— Sarvenaz Tash

You can see the goldenrod, that most tenacious and pernicious and beauteous of all New England flora, bowing away from the wind like a…

— Stephen King

We blame Walt Disney for goldenrod's undeserved bad name. Despite Sneezy's pronouncement, plants such as goldenrod with heavy, insect-carried pollen rarely cause allergic reaction.

— Janet Macunovich

September is a sweep of dusky, purple asters, a sumac branch swinging a fringe of scarlet leaves, and the bittersweet scene of wild grapes…

— Jean Hersey

“I am offering the only thing I have. I am holding out my hand, feeding myself to the hungry future.”

— Maggie Smith

“But the willows were willows and the goldenrod goldenrod and the dancers dead and lost.”

— Truman Capote

Because its myriad glimmering plumes Like a great army's stir and wave; Because its golden billows blooms, The poor man's barren walks to lave:…

— Lucy Larcom

“Sometimes the sun sets & things that shouldn’t be golden are golden. There’s a field. There’s a lake & a tree & a bird.…

— Nate Pritts

The hollows are heavy and dank With the steam of the Goldenrods.

— Bayard Taylor

The fire inside people is like a match; the way to ignite that flame is initially through friction, then other matches are lit through…

— Stephen Covey

I glanced at Radu. "What, exactly is Louis-Cesare's problem?'. [..] Suddenly a speculative gleam lit his eyes. It made me nervous. 'He tends to…

— Karen Chance

Miracles are like candles lit up until the sun rises, and then blown out. Therefore, I am amused when I hear sects and churches…

— Henry Ward Beecher

So," I said. "Seems you're going to be stuck with me for a while." He smiled. A real smile that lit up his whole…

— Kelley Armstrong

I need a bath." He chuckled. "You smell of smoke, as do I." The duke turned, leaning heavily on his cane. "Jameson, open the…

— Karen Hawkins