“Things are too full of life in the spring months. In the summer, they’re too strong and won’t let go. Autumn .… — Patrick Rothfuss 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
It was one of those perfect New York October afternoons, when the explosion of oranges and yellows against the bright blue sky… — Sarah Dunn Copy Share Image
O, it sets my heart a clickin' like the tickin' of a clock, when the frost is on the punkin and the… — James Whitcomb Riley Copy Share Image
To her bier Comes the year Not with weeping and distress, as mortals do, But, to guide her way to it, All… — Lucy Larcom Copy Share Image
“The road leading off campus was lined with hickory trees, their leaves so bright yellow they shone like fire, as if the… — Sarah Addison Allen Copy Share Image
Words, particularly in a play, should have the texture of a crisp, autumn apple. — John Millington Synge Copy Share Image
“The soft scent of freshly fallen leaves tenderly permeated a forest ignited to a flaming brilliance with sizzling reds, burning oranges, and… — Craig D. Lounsbrough Copy Share Image
All flesh is one: what matter scores; Or color of the suit Or if the helmet glints with blue or gold? All… — Ray Bradbury Copy Share Image
Listen! the wind is rising, and the air is wild with leaves, we have had our summer evenings, now for October eves! — Humbert Wolfe Copy Share Image
“And then there is that day when all around, all around you hear the dropping of the apples, one by one, from… — Ray Bradbury Copy Share Image
“I was only twelve. But I knew how much I loved her. It was that love that comes before all significance of… — Ray Bradbury 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
“Autumn colors remind us we are all one dancing in the wind.” — Lorin Morgan-Richards Copy Share Image
What if the leaves were to fall a-weeping, and say, "It will be so painful for us to be pulled from our… — Henry Ward Beecher Copy Share Image
When, in the autumn of 1947, I was fired from the first and only job I have ever held, I wanted one… — William Styron Copy Share Image
“He'd grown unused to woods like this. He'd become accustomed to the Northwest, evergreen and shaded dark. Here he was surrounded by… — Michael Montoure Copy Share Image
“She dreamed of autumn. Of chilly autumn winds and soft fall rains. She could even feel the cool moisture as the rain… — Grace Willows Copy Share Image
It is only by spring that the death of the autumns returns. What about winter, which is death? When the pure snow… — Sorin Cerin 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
What happened to that man I was seven autumns ago? What happened to that country? Time heals, yes - and thank God… — Rod Dreher Copy Share Image
