The first week of August hangs at the very top of summer, the top of the live-long year, like the highest seat… — Natalie Babbitt Copy Share Image
“This world- To what may I liken it? To autumn fields lit dimly in the dusk by lightning flashes.” — Minamoto Yuu Copy Share Image
“AUTUMNAL Pale amber sunlight falls across The reddening October trees, That hardly sway before a breeze As soft as summer: summer's loss… — Ernest Dowson Copy Share Image
Summer, and he watches his children's heart break. Autumn again and Boo's children needed him. Atticus was right. One time he said… — Harper Lee 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
4 seasons: You are the spring when I blossom with a tender kiss You are the summer when my heart burns as… — Abeer Shennawy Copy Share Image
I would rather sit on a pumpkin and have it all to myself, than be crowded on a velvet cushion. — Henry David Thoreau Copy Share Image
Is not this a true autumn day? Just the still melancholy that I love - that makes life and nature harmonise. The… — George Eliot Copy Share Image
Summer's the same, autumn is even more extreme. Then winter is when you sort of condense all of your ideas. You process… — Rene Redzepi Copy Share Image
Strong jealousy in a beautiful love is the autumn in the middle of a hot summer! — Mehmet Murat Ildan Copy Share Image
His markings, month by month, became more beautiful, lines of autumn bracken colours with shapes which reminded me of currents on a… — Derek Tangye Copy Share Image
“In the autumn, the entire backyard became a mass of lollipop-yellow leaves, so bright they lit up the night like daylight. Birds… — Sarah Addison Allen Copy Share Image
And I rose In rainy autumn And walked abroad in a shower of all my days... — Dylan Thomas Copy Share Image
A wind has blown the rain away and blown the sky away and all the leaves away, and the trees stand. I… — e. e. cummings Copy Share Image
All in November's soaking mist We stand and prune the naked tree, While all our love and interest Seem quenched in the… — Ruth Pitter Copy Share Image
He is no longer a city dweller who has even once in his life caught a ruff or seen how, on clear… — Anton Chekhov Copy Share Image
Beauty is the only thing that time cannot harm. Philosophies fall away like sand, and creeds follow one another like the withered… — Oscar Wilde Copy Share Image
I love the autumn for its sense of melancholy seems to strike my need for sadness. There is poetry in the dying… — Kyffin Williams Copy Share Image
I came back out here from England and I was there for a while and it was beautiful and it is just… — Orlando Bloom Copy Share Image
“Tildy warned us the Winter King could identify a person by scent,” Summer said. “Since he thinks you’re Autumn, Tildy said the… — C.L. Wilson Copy Share Image
Something told the wild geese It was time to go. Though the fields lay golden Something whispered, "snow." Leaves were green and… — Rachel Field Copy Share Image
It is noticeable how intuitively in age we go back with strange fondness to all that is fresh in the earliest dawn… — Edward Bulwer-Lytton, 1st Baron Lytton Copy Share Image
“The river this November afternoon Rests in an equipoise of sun and cloud: A glooming light, a gleaming darkness shroud Its passage.… — Cecil Day-Lewis Copy Share Image
“Autumn The cheerful sundial it falls in the shadow of thy leaves there where your branches brace themselves against the gate of… — sir kristian goldmund aumann Copy Share Image
