Youth is like spring, an over praised season more remarkable for biting winds than genial breezes. Autumn is the mellower season, and… — Samuel Butler Copy Share Image
my mother was taught the ch'an concept of happiness, which was to find satisfaction in small things. i was taught to appreciate… — Anchee Min Copy Share Image
Three points for the dead slowly prising open the lids of their coffins. They want to hunt the living. They can't stop.… — Jenny Downham Copy Share Image
This is wine," Ghoolion said solemnly. "Wine is drinkable sunlight. It's the most glorious summer's day imaginable, captured in a bottle. Wine… — Walter Moers Copy Share Image
All those golden autumn days the sky was full of wings. Wings beating low over the blue water of Silver Lake, wings… — Laura Ingalls Wilder Copy Share Image
“Time remorselessly rambles down the corridors and streets of our lives. but it is not until autumn that most of us become… — Joe L. Wheeler Copy Share Image
I will tell you something that you don't want to hear: Autumn is ugly! Look at the dying leaves! There is no… — Mehmet Murat Ildan 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
There are such a lot of things that have no place in summer and autumn and spring. Everything that’s a little shy… — Tove Jansson Copy Share Image
...as the slow sea sucked at the shore and then withdrew, leaving the strip of seaweed bare and the shingle churned, the… — Daphne du Maurier Copy Share Image
Please, God,' Ruth would pray, 'don't let me be competitive. Let me realize what a privilege it is to study. Let me… — Eva Ibbotson Copy Share Image
The bowed head, the buried face. She is silent, she will never speak, never forgive, never reach a hand, never leave this… — John Fowles Copy Share Image
Most importantly, what you get from a greasy spoon is a certain kind of smell that has been almost legislated out of… — Kathryn Hughes Copy Share Image
Autumn is the Sabbath of the year; the time to think of all the past: nature's calm twilight before the darkness. It… — Cunningham Geikie Copy Share Image
Life and death are nothing but the mind. Years, months, days, and hours are nothing but the mind. Dreams, illusions, and mirages… — Dogen Copy Share Image
“And finally it seemed autumn had realized it was September. The last lingering days of summer had been pushed off stage and… — Kate Morton Copy Share Image
“Of no distemper, of no blast he died, But fell like autumn fruit that mellowed long — Even wondered at, because he… — John Dryden Copy Share Image
As a man passes into middle life, or beyond it, autumn, it has been said, whispers more to his soul than any… — Henry Parry Liddon Copy Share Image
[T]hat old September feeling, left over from school days, of summer passing, vacation nearly done, obligations gathering, books and football in the… — Wallace Stegner Copy Share Image
“Ah, Lovely October, as you usher in the season that awakens my soul, your awesome beauty compels my spirit to soar like… — Peggy Toney Horton Copy Share Image
“It was one of those autumn mornings which are devoid of melancholy, when the weather seems to be cleaning its house. A… — Rebecca West Copy Share Image
“Enchantment and fulfillment were on the gold and garnet horizon - autumn's breath, a dormant dream reawakened, a yearning nearly satiated, a… — Donna Lynn Hope Copy Share Image
“There are no whys to this, There are no becauses… It just is this way. You upset me, you made me angry,… — Lisa Kusel Copy Share Image
“All day Ben had felt surrounded by signs too secret to interpret: the dance of decaying leaves in the air, the long… — Ramsey Campbell Copy Share Image
... the spring, the summer, The chilling autumn, angry winter, change Their wonted liveries; and the mazed world By their increase, now… — William Shakespeare 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
A lonely man is a lonesome thing, a stone, a bone, a stick, a receptacle for Gilbey's gin, a stooped figure sitting… — John Cheever Copy Share Image
“Success and failure are relative categories. Therefore, do not exult in victory and do not despair after defeat. Accept the changes in… — Eraldo Banovac Copy Share Image
One may prefer spring and summer to autumn and winter, but preference is hardly to the point. The earth turns, and we… — Robert Hass Copy Share Image
“Anna looking out of the window, over summer's meadow. Mornings become cool, the autumn comes to rule." "One night sitting by the… — Silvia Marsz 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
“How indescribable the scent of autumn flowers was– barely a scent at all, really; just a faint, strange smell, pleasant but sad.… — Dodie Smith Copy Share Image
It blows a snowing gale in the winter of the year; The boats are on the sea and the crews are on… — Robert Louis Stevenson Copy Share Image
“And I rose In a rainy autumn And walked abroad in shower of all my days High tide and the heron dived… — Dylan Thomas Copy Share Image
Then the room relaxed in cheers and babbling, and she turned in his arms to kiss him hard and cling to him,… — Diana Gabaldon Copy Share Image
The smile that flickers on a baby’s lips when he sleeps- does anyone know where it was born? Yes, there is a… — Rabindranath Tagore Copy Share Image
The garden of love is green without limit and yields many fruits other than sorrow or joy. Love is beyond either condition:… — Rumi Copy Share Image
Dr. Everest, got up and gave us a little pep talk. Mostly it boiled down to the fact that it was autumn,… — Maureen Johnson Copy Share Image
“It was like a dream, a beautiful, soothing dream of late autumn: low, gray skies, smell of woodsmoke, fallen leaves crackling beneath… — Russell Banks Copy Share Image
A second blow of many flowers appears, flowers faintly tinged and breathing no perfume; but fruits, not blossoms, form the woodland wreath… — James Grahame Copy Share Image
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