“I had always heard your entire life flashes in front of your eyes the second before you die. First of all, that… — Alan Ball Copy Share Image
“It is a delightful thing to write, to cease to be oneself, to flow through the whole creation of which one speaks.… — Gustave Flaubert Copy Share Image
“You ask yourself: where are your dreams now? And you shake your head and say how swiftly the years fly by! And… — Dostoevsky Copy Share Image
The Revolutionary Hill Estates had not been designed to accommodate a tragedy. Even at night, as if on purpose, the development held… — Richard Yates Copy Share Image
Indian yellow, banned. Cows were poisoned with mango leaves and the colour was made from their urine. It is the bright yellow… — Derek Jarman Copy Share Image
“A fire burns in the evening sky Breaking like an egg in a pan A sea of yellowish orange spreads In accordance… — Justin Wetch Copy Share Image
“That time of year thou mayst in me behold When yellow leaves, or none, or few, do hang Upon those boughs which… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
She used to say ''I love to walk on the fallen leaves'' I can still recall the sound of yellow leaves crashing… — Anurag Prakash Ray Copy Share Image
“It is a delicious thing to write, whether well or badly--to be no longer yourself but to move in an entire universe… — Gustav Flaubert Copy Share Image
She went, however, and they sauntered about together many a half hour in Mr. Grant's shrubbery, the weather being unusually mild for… — Jane Austen Copy Share Image
It is a delicious thing to write, to be no longer yourself but to move in an entire universe of your own… — Gustave Flaubert Copy Share Image
“So many leaves have fallen on my life. Some settled nicely to rest, but most fell, withered to bitter cold and drifted… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
When men once reach their autumn, sickly joys fall off apace, as yellow leaves from trees — Edward Young Copy Share Image
But one, the lofty follower of the Sun, Sad when he sets, shuts up her yellow leaves Drooping all night; and, when… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
My days are in the yellow leaf; The flowers and fruits of love are gone; The worm, the canker, and the grief,… — Lord Byron Copy Share Image
“Everything that she saw glowing during the day seemed tarnished beside the light that was at the heart of the evening. the… — Karen Foxlee Copy Share Image
You are as the yellow leaf. The messengers of death are at hand. You are to travel far away. What will you… — Gautama Buddha Copy Share Image
I sit beside the fire and think of all that I have seen, of meadow-flowers and butterflies in summers that have been;… — J. R. R. Tolkien Copy Share Image
Sorrow prepares you for joy. It violently sweeps everything out of your house, so that new joy can find space to enter.… — Rumi Copy Share Image
“This was the purest instant he had ever experienced; the way he felt inside right then. If he had to be trapped… — Alice Hoffman Copy Share Image
“In the autumn, the entire backyard became a mass of lollipop-yellow leaves, so bright they lit up the night like daylight. Birds… — Sarah Addison Allen Copy Share Image
“ Ephemera Your eyes that once were never weary of mine Are bowed in sorrow under pendulous lids, Because our love is… — W.B. Yeats Copy Share Image
That time of year thou mayst in me behold When yellow leaves, or none, or few, do hang Upon those boughs which… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“And one asks oneself where are one's dreams. And one shakes one's head and says how rapidly the years fly by! And… — Fiódor Dostoiévski Copy Share Image
The foliage has been losing its freshness through the month of August, and here and there a yellow leaf shows itself like… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
