“It’s the beautiful thing about youth. There’s a weightlessness that permeates everything because no damning choices have been made, no paths committed… — Blake Crouch Copy Share Image
“I like spring, but it is too young. I like summer, but it is too proud. So I like best of all… — Lin Yutang Copy Share Image
I loved the quiet places in Kyoto, the places that held the world within a windless moment. Inside the temples, Nature held… — Pico Iyer Copy Share Image
“At first it had been a torrent; now it was a tide, with a flow and ebb. During its flood she could… — William Faulkner Copy Share Image
My life's long radiant Summer halts at last, And lo! beside my path way I behold Pursuing Autumn glide: nor frost nor… — Ella Wheeler Wilcox Copy Share Image
“Autumn is always a time of Fear and Greed and Hoarding for the winter coming on. Debt collectors are active on old… — Hunter S. Thompson Copy Share Image
It was autumn, the springtime of death. Rain spattered the rotting leaves, and a wild wind wailed. Death was singing in the… — Tom Robbins Copy Share Image
Romance is the truth of imagination and boyhood. Homer's horses clear the world at a bound. The child's eye needs no horizon… — Robert Aris Willmott Copy Share Image
and because what we learn in the dark remains all our lives, a noise like the sea, displacing the day's pale knowledge,… — John Burnside Copy Share Image
“summer ends and autumn begins. The trees retract their sap in a hurry and the resulting bright colours must be a panic-stricken… — Linda Gillard Copy Share Image
In course of time the slow advance of knowledge, which has dispelled so many cherished illusions, convinced at least the more thoughtful… — James G. Frazer 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
“The summer ended. Day by day, and taking its time, the summer ended. The noises in the street began to change, diminish,… — James Baldwin Copy Share Image
Peitaho Heavy rains fall on Yuyen, the northland kingdom of swallows. White pages of rain envelop the sky, and fishing boats off… — Mao Zedong Copy Share Image
“If we hadn’t our bewitching autumn foliage, we should still have to credit the weather with one feature which compensates for all… — Mark Twain Copy Share Image
While we only look at Nature it is fair to say that Autumn is the end of the year; but it is… — Karel Capek Copy Share Image
“Bruges had the air of a ghost town. The high towers, the trees along the canals withdrew, absorbed by the same muslin:… — Georges Rodenbach Copy Share Image
The seasons alter: hoary-headed frosts Fall in the fresh lap of the crimson rose, And on old Hiems' thin and icy crown… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“I’m starting to feel like an old man alone in a small boat In a snowfall of blossoms, Only the south wind… — Charles Wright Copy Share Image
To-day I think Only with scents, - scents dead leaves yield, And bracken, and wild carrot's seed, And the square mustard field;… — Edward Thomas Copy Share Image
“Nobody moved. Everybody sat in the dark cellar, suspended in the suddenly frozen task of this October game; the wind blew outside,… — Ray Bradbury Copy Share Image
“She walked indoors, and staring once more at her orchids, thought to herself: ‘Flowers have their spring-time, a time for fresh blossoms… — Cao Xueqin Copy Share Image
“Autumn in the Highlands would be brief—a glorious riot of color blazing red across the moors and gleaming every shade of gold… — Elizabeth Stuart Copy Share Image
My opinion of my whole experience varies from time to time. In broad daylight, and at most seasons I am apt to… — H. P. Lovecraft Copy Share Image
All perfect things are saddening in effect. The autumn wood robed in its scarlet clothes, The matchless tinting on the royal rose… — Ella Wheeler Wilcox Copy Share Image
It is comforting when one has a sorrow to lie in the warmth of one's bed and there, abandoning all effort and… — Marcel Proust Copy Share Image
“Lynnette and me were wondering that, if it’s alright with ya, since it’s Thursday night, ya know, ‘thirsty Thursday,’ and we’re kinda… — Amy A. Bartol Copy Share Image
“The first sorrow of autumn is the slow good-bye of the garden that stands so long in the evening—a brown poppy head,… — Ted Hughes Copy Share Image
The day becomes more solemn and serene When noon is past; there is a harmony In autumn, and a lustre in its… — Percy Bysshe Shelley Copy Share Image
I like spring, but it is too young. I like summer, but it is too proud. So I like best of all… — Lin Yutang Copy Share Image
“Autumn is the best time of year. Maybe the worst for being a single girl of twenty-six, but in every other way,… — Holly Hall Copy Share Image
“But what after all is one night? A short space, especially when the darkness dims so soon, and so soon a bird… — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
“As the seasons age us I close my eyes and wish for snow Alas the Irish seasons been foretold For Spring will… — Michelle Geaney Copy Share Image
“LONDON. Michaelmas Term lately over, and the Lord Chancellor sitting in Lincoln’s Inn Hall. Implacable November weather. As much mud in the… — Charles Dickens Copy Share Image
“And autumn ain't so shabby for wow, either. The colors are broccoli and flame and fox fur. The tang is apples, death,… — anne lamott Copy Share Image
Across the land a faint blue veil of mist Seems hung; the woods wear yet arrayment sober Till frost shall make them… — Siegfried Sassoon Copy Share Image
“The bleak autumn wind was still blowing, and the solemn, surging moan of it in the wood was dreary and awful to… — Wilkie Collins Copy Share Image
“Once on yellow sheet of paper with green lines, he wrote a poem and he called it “Spot” because that was the… — Earl Reum Copy Share Image
The trade agreement which I had the privilege of signing with your Prime Minister last autumn is tangible evidence of the desire… — Franklin D. Roosevelt Copy Share Image
September has come, it is hers Whose vitality leaps in the autumn, Whose nature prefers Trees without leaves and a fire in… — Louis MacNeice Copy Share Image
