Summer makes me drowsy. Autumn makes me sing. Winters pretty lousy, but I hate Spring. — Reina Copy Share Image
“I am part of your summers,” Alex says. “I’m part of this world, out here, in the middle of nowhere, with the… — Matthew J. Metzger 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
September is the time to begin again. In the country, when I could smell the wood-smoke in the forest, and the curtains… — Eleanor Perenyi Copy Share Image
Some brave chrysanthemums still stood in the country gardens, but they looked like bedraggled survivors of a battle, barely able to hold… — Patricia Moyes Copy Share Image
There is so much beauty in autumn and so much wisdom; so much separation and so much sorrow! — Mehmet Murat Ildan Copy Share Image
Creative people often feel highs of joy and lows of sorrow that others may never experience, and perhaps could not even handle… — Duncan Long 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
“to describe you is like autumn, as pretty as the orange as cold as the breeze but like fall, I know you'll… — Kynna Claire 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
Let whoever wants to, relax in the south, And bask in the garden of paradise. Here is the essence of north—and it's… — Anna Akhmatova Copy Share Image
Autumn is the mellower season, and what we lose in flowers we more than gain in fruits. — Samuel Butler Copy Share Image
“It was still late summer elsewhere, but here, high in Appalachia, fall was coming; for the last three mornings, she'd been able… — Alex Bledsoe Copy Share Image
The gray-green stretch of sandy grass,Indefinitely desolate;A sea of lead, a sky of slate;Already autumn in the air, alas!One stark monotony of… — Arthur Symons Copy Share Image
“Or maybe spring is the season of love and fall the season of mad lust. Spring for flirting but fall for the… — Elizabeth Cohen Copy Share Image
(Ravic speaking of a butterfly caught in the Louvre) In the morning it would search for flowers and life and the light… — Erich Maria Remarque Copy Share Image
“What are you? Spring or summer? Winter or autumn? None or all? Whatever you are, always be mild! Are you winter, then… — Mehmet Murat ildan Copy Share Image
Sing a song of seasons; something bright in all, flowers in the summer, fires in the fall. — Robert Louis Stevenson 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
Autumn in felted slipper shuffles on, Muted yet fiery.--Vita Sackville-West — Vita Sackville-West Copy Share Image
“Autumn. It's crispness, it's anticipation, it's melancholia, it's cool breezes replacing summer's heat. It's long days in the field, a harvest festival… — Good Housekeeping Magazine Copy Share Image
what if a much of a which of a wind gives the truth to summer's lie; bloodies with dizzying leaves the sun… — e. e. cummings Copy Share Image
I love Toronto's long autumns, warm with windy swirls of golden spores, redolent with giant, sun-roasted leaves flapping up and down the… — Guy Maddin Copy Share Image
He Looked and smelt like Autumn's very brother, his face being sunburnt to wheat-colour, his eyes blue as corn-flowers, his sleeves and… — Thomas Hardy Copy Share Image
