Winter, spring, summer and autumn. Up and down, up and down in a motion. — Reel 2 Real Copy Share Image
“Autumn brings the picturesque harmony of perfection.” — Sir Kristian Goldmund Aumann Copy Share Image
Thou blossom bright with autumn dew, And colored with the heaven's own blue… — William C. Bryant Copy Share Image
A freshet in the autumn does not compensate for a drought in the spring. — Mary Boykin Chesnut Copy Share Image
T'was Spring, t'was Summer, all was gay Now Autumn bears a cloud brow The flowers of Spring are swept way And Summer… — Thomas Gray Copy Share Image
After the leaves have fallen, we return To a plain sense of things. It is as if We had come to an… — Wallace Stevens Copy Share Image
The dinner-hour is the summer of the day: full of sunshine, I grant; but not like the mellow autumn of supper. — Herman Melville Copy Share Image
I came back out here from England and I was there for a while and it was beautiful and it is just… — Orlando Bloom Copy Share Image
“In summer, when the days are long, Perhaps you'll understand the song: In Autumn, when the leaves are brown, Take pen and… — Lewis Carroll Copy Share Image
“Everything in the garden is dying, that’s what time of year it is. The leaves blaze and desiccate in their dying before… — Colson Whitehead Copy Share Image
“Every Autumn now my thoughts return to snow. Snow is something I identify myself with. Like my father, I am a snow… — Charlie English Copy Share Image
Summer passes into autumn in some unimaginable point of time, like the turning of a leaf. — Henry David Thoreau Copy Share Image
Spring passes and one remembers one's innocence. Summer passes and one remembers one's exuberance. Autumn passes and one remembers one's reverence. Winter… — Yoko Ono Copy Share Image
All flesh is one: what matter scores; Or color of the suit Or if the helmet glints with blue or gold? All… — Ray Bradbury Copy Share Image
Catch a vista of maples in that long light and you see Autumn glowing through the leaves… The promise of gold and… — Hal Borland Copy Share Image
“The first week of August hangs at the very top of summer, the top of the live-long year, like the highest seat… — Natalie Babbitt Copy Share Image
I seek truth and beauty in the transparency of an autumn leaf, in the perfect form of a seashell on the beach,… — Isabel Allende Copy Share Image
“The outside world might have finally turned into autumn, but inside the Waverley house it still smelled of summer. It was lemon… — Sarah Addison Allen Copy Share Image
“Fall colors are funny. They’re so bright and intense and beautiful. It’s like nature is trying to fill you up with color,… — Siobhan Vivian Copy Share Image
“Leaves in every shade of the autumn spectrum - red, yellow, orange, brown - littered the ground at my feet, crunching beneath… — Kristi Cook Copy Share Image
It was autumn, the springtime of death. Rain spattered the rotting leaves, and a wild wind wailed. Death was singing in the… — Tom Robbins Copy Share Image
and because what we learn in the dark remains all our lives, a noise like the sea, displacing the day's pale knowledge,… — John Burnside Copy Share Image
And if there are no cars or planes, and if no one’s Uncle John is out in the wood lot west of… — Stephen King Copy Share Image
“Still In the fall, I believe again in poetry if nothing else it is a movement of the mind. Summers ball together… — Jaakko A. Ahokas Copy Share Image
Seasons In The Sun Winter, Spring, Summer and Fall?. Surprises and joys?hidden in All?. A strange warmth, within the winter chills.. Oh,… — Sadie Copy Share Image
As might be expected of creatures so heavenly in color, the disposition of bluebirds is particularly angelic. Gentleness and amiability are expressed… — Neltje Blanchan Copy Share Image
I think now that I'm in the autumn of my life, and I'm getting a chance of having an overview and looking… — Ron Perlman Copy Share Image
(Ravic speaking of a butterfly caught in the Louvre) In the morning it would search for flowers and life and the light… — Erich Maria Remarque Copy Share Image
“The sky was high and clear and the cool morning air held an omen of autumn” — Per Wahlöö Maj Sjöwall Copy Share Image
