Don't stand beside my grave and weep, For I'm not there, I do not sleep, I am a thousand winds that blow,… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
The autumn leaves blew over the moonlit pavement in such a way as to make the girl who was moving there seem… — Ray Bradbury Copy Share Image
True men" ... are strong willed, have dignity in their demeanor, serenity in their expression. They are cool like autumn, warm like… — Zhuangzi Copy Share Image
“Autumn The passion Is still flourishing in the branches Yellow funny and daring red The sun warms even in the days Where… — sir kristian goldmund aumann Copy Share Image
“And Summer dreamed sadly, for she thought all was ended In her fulness of wealth that might not be amended; But this… — William Morris Copy Share Image
Summer, and he watches his children's heart break. Autumn again and Boo's children needed him. Atticus was right. One time he said… — Harper Lee Copy Share Image
“ October's Party October gave a party; The leaves by hundreds came - The Chestnuts, Oaks, and Maples, And leaves of every… — George Cooper Copy Share Image
How the snow falls in the north! Flake on flake falling incessantly, until the small dingles are almost on a level with… — W. H. Davies Copy Share Image
There is a beautiful spirit breathing now Its mellowed richness on the clustered trees, And, from a beaker full of richest dyes,… — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share Image
“In the slanting light of late autumn, the gestures and bodies of people are more expressive the less meaning they have. Men… — Andrzej Stasiuk 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
“In the utter peace and stillness the world seemed holding its breath, a little apprehensively, drawing near to the fire to warm… — Elizabeth Goudge Copy Share Image
It was a morning of ground mist, yellow sunshine, and high rifts of blue, white-cloud-dappled sky. The leaves were still thick on… — Flora Thompson Copy Share Image
At no other time (than autumn) does the earth let itself be inhaled in one smell, the ripe earth; in a smell… — Rainer Maria Rilke Copy Share Image
“But truly, the Autumn Provinces provide the most ideal situation for our program. Autumn is the very soul of metamorphosis, a time… — Catherynne M. Valente Copy Share Image
What is it that sometimes speaks in the soul so calmly, so clearly, that its earthly time is short? Is it the… — Harriet Beecher Stowe Copy Share Image
“Her soul was a fifth season, of richer hue than autumn, bursting with more life than spring, hidden away, ready to transform… — Carol Berg Copy Share Image
“Letty allowed her to ramble on while she looked around the wood, remembering its autumn carpet of beech leaves and wondering if… — Barbara Pym Copy Share Image
O Autumn, laden with fruit, and stained With the blood of the grape, pass not, but sit Beneath my shady roof; there… — William Blake Copy Share Image
With the ripening of the fruits in Autumn the leaves begin to wither and the trees, taking up their sap from the… — Marcus Vitruvius Pollio Copy Share Image
I started school in the autumn term of 1949 when there was a tomato glut. We had tomatoes in every form known… — David Starkey Copy Share Image
“Fall, leaves, fall; die, flowers, away; Lengthen night and shorten day; Every leaf speaks bliss to me Fluttering from the autumn tree.… — Emily Brontë Copy Share Image
Of Nature itself upon the soul; the sunrise, the haze of autumn, the winter starlight seem interlocutors; the prevailing sense is that… — Ralph Waldo Emerson Copy Share Image
Truly, Autumn is my season,” the scarlet beast chorted. “Spring and Summer and Winter all begin with such late letters! But Autumn… — Catherynne M. Valente Copy Share Image
Mrs. Jo did not mean the measles, but that more serious malady called love, which is apt to ravage communities, spring and… — Louisa May Alcott Copy Share Image
In spring when maple buds are red, We turn the clock an hour ahead; Which means, each April that arrives, We lose… — Phyllis McGinley Copy Share Image
Tears, idle tears, I know not what they mean, Tears from the depths of some devine despair Rise in the heart, and… — Babygrl2331 Copy Share Image
Soon we will plunge ourselves into cold shadows, and all of summer's stunning afternoons will be gone. I already hear the dead… — Charles Baudelaire Copy Share Image
There was no moon but the night sky was a riot of crisp and glittering autumn stars. There were streetlights too and… — Neil Gaiman 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
In the entire circle of the year there are no days so delightful as those of a fine October, when the trees… — Alexander Smith 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
“It’s fall coming, I thought, I can smell that sour-molasses smell of silage, clanging the air like a bell – smell like… — Ken Kesey Copy Share Image
“Autumn knocks on the window. I pull back the sliding doors and let it in. Lights from the meat market flicker and… — Sarah Winman Copy Share Image
“Inside my chest, my lungs are wild animals, clawing at the cage. "Oh, man," Autumn mumbles from beside me. "His smile makes… — Christina Lauren Copy Share Image
What visionary tints the year puts on, When falling leaves falter through motionless air Or numbly cling and shiver to be gone!… — James Russell Lowell Copy Share Image
O hushed October morning mild, Begin the hours of this day slow, Make the day seem to us less brief... Retard the… — Robert Frost Copy Share Image
There are a thousand flowers blossoming in spring, The magical light of the full moon in autumn; There is a breeze in… — Wumen Huikai Copy Share Image
Autumn is much redder in North America and east Asia than it is in northern Europe, and this can't be explained by… — Alice Roberts Copy Share Image
When summer opens, I see how fast it matures, and fear it will be short; but after the heats of July and… — Ralph Waldo Emerson Copy Share Image