The circus looks abandoned and empty. But you think perhaps you can smell caramel wafting through the evening breeze, beneath the crisp… — Erin Morgenstern Copy Share Image
Autumn truly is what summer pretends to be: the best of all seasons. It is as glorious as summer is tedious; as… — Gregg Easterbrook Copy Share Image
“She liked the way a ray of mild autumn sun infiltrating the thick cluster of trees caught a reddish orange leaf swirling… — Renita D'Silva Copy Share Image
The mystery of God touches us - or does not - in the smallest details: giving a strawberry, with love; receiving a… — Marion Woodman Copy Share Image
The colour of a British wood in autumn is predominantly yellow. There are relatively few European trees which have red leaves in… — Alice Roberts 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
To think that the affairs of this life always remain in the same state is a vain presumption; indeed they all seem… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
And so I ask myself: 'Where are your dreams?' And I shake my head and mutter: 'How the years go by!' And… — Fyodor Dostoevsky Copy Share Image
I love this place; I love mountains and big skies and forests. And the weather is still supremely beautiful even though the… — Katherine Mansfield Copy Share Image
The trees change their voices in autumn as well as their shapes. No longer do they whisper to one another in muffled… — Patience Strong Copy Share Image
Variations: II Green light, from the moon, Pours over the dark blue trees, Green light from the autumn moon Pours on the… — Conrad Aiken Copy Share Image
It was, as I have said, a fine autumnal day; the sky was clear and serene, and nature wore that rich and… — Washington Irving Copy Share Image
I’m just trying to imagine you in flannel pink sock monkey pajamas. I’m sure you look stunning in pink. (Damien) Actually, with… — Sherrilyn Kenyon Copy Share Image
“It is Autumn, as you know, and things are beginning to die. It is so wonderful to be out in the crisp… — Hunter S. Thompson 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
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
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
“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 spirit of the year, like bacchant crowned, With lighted torch goes careless on his way; And soon bursts into flame the… — Edith M. Thomas 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
“The trees had stripped down to their black bones and had heaped leaves in drifts against hedges and walls. Children played amongst… — J.L. Carr 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
“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
“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
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
“His beard was all colors, a grove of trees in autumn, deep brown and fire-orange and wine-red, an untrimmed tangle across the… — Neil Gaiman 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
“It was the final, explosive demonstration of summer, the line in the sand, a desperate attempt to hold fall forever at bay.… — Lauren Oliver Copy Share Image
They do not need the sun. Who needs the sun when the eyes glow? Darkness. A woolen fog has wrapped the earth,… — Yevgeny Zamyatin Copy Share Image
And yet one arrives somehow, finds himself loosening the hooks of her dress in a strange bedroom-- feels the autumn dropping its… — William Carlos Williams Copy Share Image
The hush comes with the deepening of Autumn; but it comes gradually. Our ears are attuned to it, day by quieter day.… — Hal Borland Copy Share Image
The earth's distances invite the eye. And as the eye reaches, so must the mind stretch to meet these new horizons. I… — Hal Borland 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
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
