This, at last, was where things were as they ought to be. Everything was in its place -- the tree, the earth… — Jean Liedloff Copy Share Image
The American spring is by no means so agreeable as the American autumn; both move with faltering step, and slow; but this… — Frances Trollope Copy Share Image
“Flowers that had bloomed brilliant from spring through autumn blackened under the killing frost.” — Nora Roberts Copy Share Image
“FALL I've never liked orange not even a hint of yellow though that doesn't mean I'm derange, you know. but it's still… — Kynna Claire 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
You know how this is: if I look at the crystal moon, at the red branch of the slow autumn at my… — Pablo Neruda Copy Share Image
“The crickets felt it was their duty to warn everybody that summertime cannot last for ever. Even on the most beautiful days… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
He found himself wondering at times, especially in the autumn, about the wild lands, and strange visions of mountains that he had… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
“Easter blessings All life’s sacrifices like autumn leaves awaken our senses and power to love and be whole Our Mother Earth, Our… — Ramon Ravenswood Copy Share Image
The lush green of the fields became a rich gold that swayed sturdily under the wind and fell at last before the… — Martha Ostenso Copy Share Image
The ascent of any route begins, in dreams at least, the autumn before. Our minds ring, involuntarily, with the alluring names of… — Gaston Rebuffat Copy Share Image
“Autumn eats its leaf out of my hand: we are friends. From the nuts we shell time and we teach it to… — Paul Celan Copy Share Image
We must learn to do economic work from all who know how, no matter who they are. We must esteem them as… — Mao Zedong Copy Share Image
When the autumn meets the tranquillity, there you can see the King of the Sceneries! — Mehmet Murat Ildan Copy Share Image
“Breathing through his mouth, he found he could taste the air. It was the taste of an old, abandoned book; of a… — Ambrose Ibsen Copy Share Image
“High Pasture Come up--come up: in the dim vale below The autumn mist muffles the fading trees, But on this keen hill-pasture,… — Edith Wharton Copy Share Image
“Ten thousand flowers in spring, the moon in autumn, a cool breeze in summer, snow in winter. If your mind isn't crowded… — Wu-Men Copy Share Image
“The November evening had a bite; it nibbled not-quite-gently at her cheeks and ears. In Virginia the late autumn was a lover,… — J. Aleksandr Wootton Copy Share Image
Now it is autumn and the falling fruit and the long journey towards oblivion. The apples falling like great drops of dew… — D. H. Lawrence Copy Share Image
In winter, play with the snow; in summer, play with the Sun! Do not wait for something to come; everything is already… — Mehmet Murat Ildan Copy Share Image
It was October again ... a glorious October, all red and gold, with mellow mornings when the valleys were filled with delicate… — Lucy Maud Montgomery 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
“I was drinking in the surroundings: air so crisp you could snap it with your fingers and greens in every lush shade… — Wendy Delsol Copy Share Image
