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
Old age likes to dwell in the recollections of the past, and, mistaking, the speedy march of years, often is inclined to… — Lajos Kossuth Copy Share Image
We will enjoy ourselves with the forms that are given us: a human face, a hand, the breast of a woman or… — Max Beckmann Copy Share Image
My son called to me that God was inside his red fire engine. He wanted to show me. I did move as… — Deborah Keenan Copy Share Image
“A day out of season, stopping the monotonous count of summer days. Stopping, too, one's own summer routine, so that, looking out… — Anne Morrow Lindbergh Copy Share Image
Of course, now I am too old to be much of a fisherman, and now of course I usually fish the big… — Norman Maclean Copy Share Image
The summer day is closed - the sun is set: Well they have done their office, those bright hours, The latest of… — William C. Bryant Copy Share Image
It was the kind of promise a father makes easily and sincerely, knowing at the same time that it will be impossible… — Michael Chabon Copy Share Image
Lastly, she pictured to herself how this same little sister of hers would, in the after-time, be herself a grown woman; and… — Lewis Carroll Copy Share Image
Final goodbyes these are the days we ran wild and free. We made the most of everything. We each had plans to… — She's_gone Copy Share Image
“Like many fly fishermen in western Montana where the summer days are almost Arctic in length, I often do not start fishing… — Norman Maclean Copy Share Image
