“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
“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
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
“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
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
Life is the blossoming of flowers in the spring, the ripening of fruit in the fall, the rhythm of the earth and… — Daisaku Ikeda Copy Share Image
The morning air of the pasture turned steadily cooler. Day by day, the bright golden leaves of the birches turned more spotted… — Haruki Murakami Copy Share Image
“Indeed, he could not be long in discovering that people beyond a suspicion of unbalance, or not obviously coveting the moment's arrest… — James Gould Cozzens Copy Share Image
“For me the autumn has never been a sad season. The dead leaves and the increasingly shorter days have never suggested the… — Patrick Modiano Copy Share Image
Most autumns, the water is low from the long dry summer, and you have to get out from time to time and… — John Graves Copy Share Image
During the whole of a dull, dark, and soundless day in the autumn of the year, when the clouds hung oppressively low… — Edgar Allan Poe Copy Share Image
“She pulled off the road when she was halfway there, parking the car in a spot where the grass had turned from… — Tracy Guzeman Copy Share Image
“It was a small town by a small river and a small lake in a small northern part of a Midwest state.… — Ray Bradbury Copy Share Image
Simplicity is the character of the spring of life, costliness becomes its autumn; but a neatness and purity, like that of the… — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share Image
The trees are Indian Princes, But soon they'll turn to Ghosts; The scanty pears and apples Hang russet on the bough; Its… — William Allingham Copy Share Image
“In the summer the place was verdant with life, in the autumn it was splashed with color, in the winter it was… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
Besides the Autumn poets sing, A few prosaic days, A little this side of the snow, And that side of the Haze...,… — Emily Dickinson Copy Share Image
“October made the leaves on Main Street fit for a crown. They dripped from the trees in jewel-toned shades: yellow and orange… — Natalie Lloyd Copy Share Image
All who have travelled through the delicious scenery of North Devon must needs know the little white town of Bideford, which slopes… — Charles Kingsley Copy Share Image
October, here's to you. Here's to the heady aroma of the frost-kissed apples, the winey smell of ripened grapes, the wild-as-the-wind smell… — Ken Weber Copy Share Image
“DUMB AUTUMN SMELLS. The marguerite, unbroken, passed between home and chasm through your memory. A strange lostness was palpably present, almost you… — Paul Celan Copy Share Image
TIME WENT ON, life with the children unfolding in its own ecosystem, small plastic toys seeming to grow up from the carpet… — Erica Bauermeister Copy Share Image
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
There is something in the autumn that is native to my blood- Touch of manner, hint of mood; And my heart is… — Bliss Carman 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
The foliage has been losing its freshness through the month of August, and here and there a yellow leaf shows itself like… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
A few days ago I walked along the edge of the lake and was treated to the crunch and rustle of leaves… — Eric Sloane Copy Share Image
“Methinks I see the sunset light flooding the river valley, the western hills stretching to the horizon, overhung with trees gorgeous and… — John Greenleaf Whittier Copy Share Image
Whenever we come upon one of those intensely right words in a book or a newspaper the resulting effect is physical as… — Mark Twain Copy Share Image
“Some people thought spring was the time of renewal, but Sadie had always equated that feeling with autumn. It felt like a… — Cerella Sechrist Copy Share Image
Two monks sit facing, playing chess on the mountain, The bamboo shadow on the board is dark and clear. Not a person… — Bai Juyi Copy Share Image
“Ten thousand flowers in spring, the moon in autumn, a cool breeze in summer, snow in winter. If your mind isn’t clouded… — Arianna Huffington Copy Share Image
“Life does not cease when you are old, it only suffers a rich change. You go on loving, only your love, instead… — Jane Ellen Harrison Copy Share Image
“Mrs. Miniver suddenly understood why she was enjoying the forties so much better than she had enjoyed the thirties: it was the… — Jan Struther Copy Share Image
