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
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
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
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
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
“Fruitful. Lusty. Wild. Revealing. Every day a brilliant reminder of how nothing stays the same, every day an exercise in variability, resilience,… — Shellen Lubin Copy Share Image
“Suddenly the sun rose – like a burst of hope. The dark autumn water mirrored the sky; it began to breathe and… — Vasily Grossman Copy Share Image
“The nineteenth Autumn has come upon me Since I first made my count; I saw, before I had well finished, All suddenly… — William Butler Yeats Copy Share Image
“Autumns reward western Kansas for the evils that the remaining seasons impose: winter's rough Colorado winds and hip-high, sheep-slaughtering snows; the slushes… — Truman Capote Copy Share Image
“Her eyes were of different colors, the left as brown as autumn, the right as gray as Atlantic wind. Both seemed alive… — Tim Willocks Copy Share Image
Sonnet XXV Before I loved you, love, nothing was my own: I wavered through the streets, among Objects: Nothing mattered or had… — Pablo Neruda 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
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
Filled with rapture, his soul yearned for freedom, space, vastness. Over him the heavenly dome, full of quiet, shining stars, hung boundlessly.… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
Autumn is the American season. In Europe the leaves turn yellow or brown, and fall. Here they take fire on the trees… — Archibald MacLeish Copy Share Image
In summer we live out of doors, and have only impulses and feelings, which are all for action, and must wait commonly… — Henry David Thoreau Copy Share Image
“Once upon a time, there was a boy. He lived in a village that no longer exists, in a house that no… — Nicole Krauss Copy Share Image
“The tree is burning on the autumn noon That builds each year the leaf and bark again. Though frost will strip it… — Donald Hall Copy Share Image
However constant the visitations of sickness and bereavement, the fall of the year is most thickly strewn with the fall of human… — James Martineau Copy Share Image
Now Autumn's fire burns slowly along the woods, And day by day the dead leaves fall and melt, And night by night… — William Allingham Copy Share Image
“If. If Mingus Rude could be kept in this place, kept somehow in Dylan's pocket, in his stinging, smudgy hands, then summer… — Jonathan Lethem Copy Share Image
“They had expected to see the grey, heathery slope of the moor going up and up to join the dull autumn sky.… — C.S. Lewis Copy Share Image
I wouldn't mind the early autumn if you came home today I'd tell you how much I miss you and know I'd… — Jacqueline Woodson Copy Share Image
Hinduism is a living organism liable to growth and decay subject to the laws of Nature. One and indivisible at the root,… — Mahatma Gandhi Copy Share Image
“I feel you calling, in the autumn sweet transformation. I have reached my brightest green to the gold burning sun. I have… — Tamara Rendell Copy Share Image
Association is the delight of the heart, not less than of poetry. Alison observes that an autumn sunset, with its crimson clouds,… — Robert Aris Willmott Copy Share Image
“The town was sunk in a kind of crystal ball; everyone seemed to be asleep (transcendentally asleep!) no matter if they were… — Roberto Bolaño Copy Share Image
“It would be autumn, and our fathers would be out threshing in the fields. We would walk through the mulberry groves, past… — Julie Otsuka Copy Share Image
“I thought of many an autumn I had known: Seemly autumns approaching deliberately, with amplitude. I thought of wild asters, Michaelmas daisies,… — Elizabeth Enright 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
“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
“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
