“Part of her wanted simply to sit and stare out of the window, at the lawn, flaky with sodden leaves, and the… — A.S. Byatt Copy Share Image
“Stray birds of the summer come to my window to sing and fly away. And yellow leaves of autumn, which have no… — Tagore Rabindranath Copy Share Image
Whatever sorrow shakes from your heart, far better things will take their place. — Rumi Copy Share Image
To his eyes all seemed beautiful, but to me a tinge of melancholy lay upon the countryside, which bore so clearly the… — Arthur Conan Doyle Copy Share Image
“He meant it, but he bent his head to hers and took her mouth, so short of breath he must have hers,… — Diana Gabaldon Copy Share Image
“I settled on the floor and whispered to Sam, “I want you to listen to me, if you can.” I leaned the… — Maggie Stiefvater Copy Share Image
The wind, one brilliant day, called to my soul with an odor of jasmine. "In return for the odor of my jasmine,… — Antonio Machado Copy Share Image
“The road leading off campus was lined with hickory trees, their leaves so bright yellow they shone like fire, as if the… — Sarah Addison Allen Copy Share Image
“countryside of Laraford, five sisters and two young men were enjoying the last day of summer. On the far side of the… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
“Autumn Shimmer" In the heart of autumn, in the season of falling leaves, when golden foliage swirls like forgotten dreams, sadness falls… — Mohammed Zaki Ansari Copy Share Image
“I want to observe the ordinary things of earth—the moon, the stars, the rainbows, even the yellow leaves of the old cherry… — Christie Purifoy Copy Share Image
“He hated the blue platter his mother served from, and the salt and pepper shakers, which were glass with red tops, and… — Shirley Jackson Copy Share Image
I have lived long enough. My way of life is to fall into the sere, the yellow leaf, and that which should… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Stray birds of summer come to my window to sing and fly away. And yellow leaves of autumn, which have no songs,… — Rabindranath Tagore 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… — J.R.R. Tolkien Copy Share Image
