“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
“There is no better time than the autumn to begin forgetting the things that trouble us, allowing them to fall away like… — Paulo Coelho Copy Share Image
“Kay sat gazing out the window of her bedroom, trying to understand the mesmerizing blue of the sky overhead. She was sure… — Delora Dennis Copy Share Image
“The lucidity, the clarity of light that afternoon was sufficient to itself; perfect transparency must be impenetrable, these vertical bars of brass-coloured… — Angela Carter Copy Share Image
“We owned a garden on a hill, We planted rose and daffodil, Flowers that English poets sing, And hoped for glory in… — Vita Sackville-West Copy Share Image
The technologies which have had the most profound effects on human life are usually simple. A good example of a simple technology… — Freeman Dyson 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
“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
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
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
“And Yet the Books And yet the books will be there on the shelves, separate beings, That appeared once, still wet As… — Czeslaw Milosz Copy Share Image
“They felt the wings on their fingers and elbows flying, then, suddenly plunged in new sweeps of air, the clear autumn river… — Ray Bradbury Copy Share Image
“Autumn used to be our favorite, drinking spiced apple cider between caramel apple kisses. Flannels and new love flickering in candlelight. So,… — Liz Newman Copy Share Image
A moral character is attached to autumnal scenes; the leaves falling like our years, the flowers fading like our hours, the clouds… — François-René de Chateaubriand Copy Share Image
“The autumn air is chill and damp. As he does each morning at just about this time, Adolf Hitler emerges from the… — Bill O'Reilly Copy Share Image
Over the weekend the vultures got into the presidential palace by pecking through the screens on the balcony windows and the flapping… — Gabriel Garcia Marquez Copy Share Image
“Mary had become anxious in her old age, and she hated being away from the house for long. She'd hold the girls'… — Sarah Addison Allen Copy Share Image
“Beings Trees in Autumn These trees in Buddhist saffron robes renouncing everything, becoming naked without fear, in win that is a part of them,… — Stephen Garneraas-Holmes Copy Share Image
“It looks like fallen petals, and it looks like rain. It looks like the sounds the birds make at dawn. It looks… — D. Smith Kaich Jones Copy Share Image
“High Pasture Come up--come up: in the dim vale below The autumn mist muffles the fading trees, But on this keen hill-pasture,… — Edith Wharton Copy Share Image
“AUTUMNAL Pale amber sunlight falls across The reddening October trees, That hardly sway before a breeze As soft as summer: summer's loss… — Ernest Dowson Copy Share Image
“Outside, the night was settling fast. I liked the peace and the silence of the countryside, with its fading alpenglow and darkling… — André Aciman Copy Share Image
As Summer into Autumn slips And yet we sooner say "The Summer" than "the Autumn," lest We turn the sun away, And… — Emily Dickinson Copy Share Image
“October O love, turn from the changing sea and gaze, Down these grey slopes, upon the year grown old, A-dying 'mid the… — William Morris Copy Share Image
“Fall" Fall, falling, fallen. That’s the way the season Changes its tense in the long-haired maples That dot the road; the veiny… — Edward Hirsch Copy Share Image
A forest," William said, his expression distant. "Where the ground is dry soil and stone. Where tall trees grow and centuries of… — Ilona Andrews Copy Share Image
“ Autumn Days Yellow, mellow, ripened days, Sheltered in a golden coating; O'er the dreamy, listless haze, White and dainty cloudlets floating;… — Will Carleton Copy Share Image
This, at last, was where things were as they ought to be. Everything was in its place -- the tree, the earth… — Jean Liedloff Copy Share Image
“The Spring can be more painful than any other time of the year. Summer is lazy and indifferent. Autumn is demanding and… — Lynne Reid Banks Copy Share Image
It's said that All Hallows' Eve is one of the nights when the veil between the worlds is thin - and whether… — Erin Morgenstern Copy Share Image
Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness, Close bosom-friend of the maturing sun; Conspiring with him how to load and bless With fruit… — John Keats Copy Share Image
“Outside there's a chill in the air that reminds me autumn is on the way, even though it's still only September. This… — Zoe Sugg Copy Share Image
“One sort of optional thing you might do is to realize there are six seasons instead of four. The poetry of four… — Kurt Vonnegut Copy Share Image
“The seasonal urge is strong in poets. Milton wrote chiefly in winter. Keats looked for spring to wake him up (as it… — Helen Bevington Copy Share Image
“There will be stars over the place forever; Though the house we loved and the street we loved are lost, Every time… — Sara Teasdale Copy Share Image
He had never liked October. Ever since he had first lay in the autumn leaves before his grandmother's house many years ago… — Ray Bradbury Copy Share Image
Is not this a true autumn day? Just the still melancholy that I love - that makes life and nature harmonise. The… — George Eliot Copy Share Image
“Hampshire was dressed in scarlet and brilliant orange, the hounds were out four mornings a week, and the last baskets of fruit… — Lisa Kleypas Copy Share Image
