“look to the fallen leaves of this season as flowers and remember that we are here on borrowed time, that it is… — Savannah Page Copy Share Image
“Glib tongues frill up their hash of knowledge for mankind in polished speeches that are no more than vaporous winds rustling the… — Goethe Copy Share Image
“I listen to the rain talk to the leaves. She tells a story of love and leaving (isn’t that always the story?… — Emm Roy Copy Share Image
Love That’s it: The cashless commerce. The blanket always too short. The loose connexion. To search behind the horizon. To brush fallen… — Gunter Grass Copy Share Image
The stripped and shapely Maple grieves The ghosts of her Departed leaves. The ground is hard, As hard as stone. The year… — John Updike Copy Share Image
“It was one of those autumn mornings which are devoid of melancholy, when the weather seems to be cleaning its house. A… — Rebecca West Copy Share Image
“The stoic contemplates fallen leaves; the epicure rakes them into a loveseat.” — Bauvard Copy Share Image
I am sad, like the hot dust on the streets And the music of fresh fallen leaves Caught in a sliding summer… — Scott Hastie Copy Share Image
“He smelled like fall — not like pumpkin and freshly fallen leaves, but like fall in Florida — salty like the beach… — Kandi Steiner Copy Share Image
“Autumn is Nature's last party of the year. And dressing for the occasion, forests don their brightest attire, while the creatures follow… — Debra Welsh Copy Share Image
“The first fallen leaves of the season skitter like vermin across the concrete. You wish they could carry away the refuse that's… — Kirk Jones Copy Share Image
“Near the center of the village, on some of those fallen leaves, are trickles of blood. It isn't until the village square… — Carl Novakovich Copy Share Image
“If I've learned anything at all from the river it's to let jarring events come and go, that such tiny disruptions have… — Steve Himmer Copy Share Image
Cynie Cory roams the outer reaches of the heart’s territory, from the snowy winter of family life to the tropical jungles of… — Barbara Hamby Copy Share Image
“Dear Kai, The sun is probably streaming in through the big barn windows now, which means you're awake. And if you're awake,… — Diana Peterfreund Copy Share Image
“the serenity of the world tugging tight the straps of its cloak around the smattering of low brick buildings; the sunlight receding… — Ronald Malfi Copy Share Image
“[Peggotty] gave me one piece of intelligence which affected me very much, namely, that there had been a sale of the furniture… — Charles Dickens Copy Share Image
“The autumn twilight turned into deep and early night as they walked. Tristran could smell the distant winter on the air--a mixture… — Neil Gaiman Copy Share Image
“Yes, I had dreamed of becoming a botanist, my entire life, really. I'd thought a great deal about the various species of… — Sarah Jio Copy Share Image
“It was like a dream, a beautiful, soothing dream of late autumn: low, gray skies, smell of woodsmoke, fallen leaves crackling beneath… — Russell Banks Copy Share Image
Being a creator of a song I get to take all these broken fragments of failure and chaos and weave together something… — Jon Foreman Copy Share Image
“Brightheart, a pretty white she-cat with ginger patches on her fur like fallen leaves, had” — Erin Hunter Copy Share Image
The autumn air is clear, The autumn moon is bright. Fallen leaves gather and scatter, The jackdaw perches and starts anew. We… — Li Bai Copy Share Image
