The flowers of Spring may wither, the hope of Summer fade, The Autumn droop in Winter, the birds forsake the shade; The… — Reginald Heber Copy Share Image
“As he walked, the sad faded leaves were driven pitilessly around him by the wind, and under the mingling influences of autumn… — Georges Rodenbach Copy Share Image
My Department has already recognised this and has been working specifically on the technical support issue since January and will offer advice… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
“autumn leaves and earth. She wondered if Margo might be willing to drive down to Maine with her for one last holiday.… — Peter Behrens Copy Share Image
Autumn is a reminder that while the leaves die and fall, there will always be Spring, a chance to replenish and be… — Tao Porchon-Lynch Copy Share Image
There are having flowers in Spring, breezes in Summer, moon in Autumn, snows in Winter. If there is nothing worrying over you,… — Gautama Buddha Copy Share Image
A grub in filth is dirty, but it changes into a cicada and sips dew in the autumn breeze. Rotting plants have… — Zicheng Hong Copy Share Image
It was cold autumn weather, but in spite of the cold they wandered up and down the roads of the Park for… — James Joyce 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
When you live on Cold Mountain long enough the autumns pass quickly When you live alone you have no worries When you… — Hanshan Copy Share Image
When I'm down on energy, I have these superfoods powders with supergreens, algae, spirulina, and wheat germ extract. Sometimes I have a… — Natalia Vodianova Copy Share Image
“Autumn was a harvest of big-box stores and their back-to-school sales: fruit leather, instant mac 'n' cheese, and bread that we unhusked,… — C Pam Zhang Copy Share Image
“A boat beneath a sunny sky, Lingering onward dreamily In an evening of July – Children three that nestle near, Eager eye… — Victoria Coren Copy Share Image
We really can't boil a man's life down to seasonal divisions of spring, summer, autumn, and winter. Seasons cycle perennially, and we… — Hideo Kojima Copy Share Image
The aster has not wasted spring and summer because it has not blossomed. It has been all the time preparing for what… — Henry Ward Beecher Copy Share Image
“Alexandra drew her shawl closer about her and stood leaning against the frame of the mill, looking at the stars which glittered… — Willa Cather Copy Share Image
All through autumn we hear a double voice: one says everything is ripe; the other says everything is dying. The paradox is… — Gretel Ehrlich Copy Share Image
The World Series is played in my doubtless too-nostalgic imagination in some kind of autumn afternoon light, and seeing it exclusively in… — Adam Gopnik Copy Share Image
I retire with a smile on my face, in good health, and ready to spend autumns at my kids' games instead of… — Drew Bledsoe Copy Share Image
“I moved forward in the trace of their footsteps as in a waking dream where the scent of a newly blown poppy… — Kim Thúy Copy Share Image
Abysmal vermin that I am, I couldn't of course tell her that it was her incredible mother that I wanted to see… — Woody Allen Copy Share Image
I saw old Autumn in the misty morn Stand shadowless like silence, listening To silence, for no lonely bird would sing Into… — Thomas Hood Copy Share Image
Lo! sweeten'd with the summer light, The full-juiced apple, waxing over-mellow, Drops in a silent autumn night. All its allotted length of… — Alfred Lord Tennyson Copy Share Image
We must learn to do economic work from all who know how, no matter who they are. We must esteem them as… — Mao Zedong Copy Share Image
It was Indian summer, a bluebird sort of day as we call it in the north, warm and sunny, without a breath… — Sigurd F. Olson Copy Share Image
“…Your hands bring a breath of inviolable distances as elusive as ideas. And the ambiguous sway of the moon, of the gentlest,… — Giuseppe Ungaretti Copy Share Image
Magnificent autumn! He comes not like a pilgrim, clad in russet weeds; not like a hermit, clad in gray; but like a… — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share Image
Coldly, sadly descends The autumn evening. The Field Strewn with its dank yellow drifts Of wither'd leaves, and the elms, Fade into… — Matthew Arnold Copy Share Image
A springlike autumn's balmy breeze reaches afar. The sun shines on the house of a recluse South of the river; They encourage… — Sun Bu'er Copy Share Image
As the days grow short, some faces grow long. But not mine. Every autumn, when the wind turns cold and darkness comes… — Leslie Newman Copy Share Image
The American spring is by no means so agreeable as the American autumn; both move with faltering step, and slow; but this… — Frances Trollope Copy Share Image
Bare twigs in April enhance our pleasure; We know the good time is yet to come… Bare twigs in Autumn are signs… — William Allingham Copy Share Image
“The magic of autumn has seized the countryside; now that the sun isn't ripening anything it shines for the sake of the… — Elizabeth Coatsworth Copy Share Image
An eight-mile drive over rain-washed Irish roads in the quick-falling dusk of autumn is an experience trying to the patience, even to… — Katherine Cecil Thurston Copy Share Image
As a child I always steered clear of science fiction, but in the autumn of 1977, the bow-wave of publicity for the… — Philip Reeve Copy Share Image
The harvest moon has no innocence, like the slim quarter moon of a spring twilight, nor has it the silver penny brilliance… — Donald C. Peattie Copy Share Image
But they love each other," Clary said, appalled. "Isn't that what love means? That you're supposed to be there for the other… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
Outside the leaves on the trees constricted slightly; they were the deep done green of the beginning of autumn. It was a… — Ali Smith Copy Share Image
“Perhaps because it seems so appropriate, I don't notice the rain. It falls in sheets, a blanket of silvery thread rushing to… — Michelle Zink Copy Share Image
The true beloveds of this world are in their lover's eyes lilacs opening, ship lights, school bells, a landscape, remembered conversations, friends,… — Truman Capote Copy Share Image
