He is outside of everything, and alien everywhere. He is an aesthetic solitary. His beautiful, light imagination is the wing that on… — Henry James 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
October, baptize me with leaves! Swaddle me in corduroy and nurse me with split pea soup. October, tuck tiny candy bars in… — Rainbow Rowell Copy Share Image
“they all listened intently and passed the story on in shades as varied as the turning leaves on the autumn beeches; on… — Tessa Harris Copy Share Image
Few people younger than me know that it was once normal to see fields white with mushrooms, or rivers black with eels… — George Monbiot Copy Share Image
She smashes her knuckles into winter As autumn's wind fades into black She is the saint of all the sinners, the one… — Billie Joe Armstrong Copy Share Image
Of the blessings set before you make your choice, and be content. No man can taste the fruits of autumn while he… — Samuel Johnson Copy Share Image
“The laughter of children filled the crisp air while off-beat rhythms of knocks and door bells mixed with a chorus of "trick… — Amber Newberry 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
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
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 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
Autumn is the very soul of metamorphosis, a time when the world is poised at the door of winter - which is… — Catherynne M. Valente Copy Share Image
God, we thank you for this earth, our homes; for the wide sky and the blessed sun, for the salt sea and… — Walter Rauschenbusch 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
“The wind I hear it sighing, with autumn's saddest sound; withered leaves all thick are lying, as spring-flowers on the ground. This… — Emily Brontë Copy Share Image
When autumn darkness falls, what we will remember are the small acts of kindness: a cake, a hug, an invitation to talk,… — Jens Stoltenberg Copy Share Image
The one red leaf, the last of its clan, That dances as often as dance it can, Hanging so light, and hanging… — Samuel Taylor Coleridge Copy Share Image
Let life be beautiful like summer flowers and death be like autumn leaves. Rabindranath Tagore What a simple thing death is, just… — Vincent Van Gogh Copy Share Image
“The autumn twilight turned into deep and early night as they walked. Tristran could smell the distant winter on the air--a mixture… — Neil Gaiman Copy Share Image
The great secret of social alchemy is to profit best from each stage in our lives, to gather all its leaves in… — Honore de Balzac Copy Share Image
I love winter fashion like woolly coats, hats and boots and being cosy by the fire. Autumn and early spring walks in… — Dawn O'Porter Copy Share Image
“When the leaves began to fall, all the visitors were gone, and the whistle from the train passing through Orange gave a… — Edna Lewis Copy Share Image
Eventually I realize that I am holding on to him just as tightly as he holds on to me. And here we… — Lauren DeStefano Copy Share Image
“The sky grew orange and pink, a pale ghost of the full moon appeared above Salem, waiting to glow brilliant in the… — Amber Newberry Copy Share Image
“I try to remember when time's measure painfully chafes, for instance when autumn flares out at the last, boisterous and like us… — Mary Oliver Copy Share Image
With summer's raucous noises, a simple dream seen in spring has turned into a simple heartbreak. The melancholy autumn wind speaks quietly… — Boys Be Copy Share Image
“If I could live again - I will travel light, If I could live again - I'll try to work bare feet… — Jorge Luis Borges Copy Share Image
This was one of those perfect New England days in late summer where the spirit of autumn takes a first stealing flight,… — Sarah Orne Jewett Copy Share Image
“So I asked around about The Blonde,” she said, sitting down on my bed once the room was completely slumber party–ready. “She’s… — Kody Keplinger Copy Share Image
Shut up the door: who loves me must not look / Upon the withered world, but haste to bring / His lighted… — Alice Cary Copy Share Image
“Small unhurt sorrows approach the hospitals and every day the dead take off a suit of blood. The architectures of frost, the… — Federico García Lorca Copy Share Image
“Autumn leaves fall from the tree, disappear with the wind, but then reappear on the tree and disappear again. Memories are like… — Mehmet Murat ildan Copy Share Image
Cheyenne Autumn was received not too successfully. I still think it was a very good movie. It was kinda Ford's apology for… — Richard Widmark Copy Share Image
“Autumn is a season of desperate hopes. The leaves are souls begging to turn life on pause. Begging to stop, begging to… — Teodora Savu Copy Share Image
This sunlight shames November where he grieves In dead red leaves, and will not let him shun The day, though bough with… — Dante Gabriel Rossetti Copy Share Image
“A good dog never dies. He always stays. He walks besides you on crisp autumn days when frost is on the fields… — Mary Carolyn Davies Copy Share Image
Climb the mountains and get their good tidings. Nature's peace will flow into you as sunshine flows into trees. The winds will… — John Muir Copy Share Image
“A wet autumn morning, a garbage truck clattering down the street. The first snowfall of the season, blossom sized flakes falling languidly… — Joyce carol Oates Copy Share Image
