Autumn Quote by Ambrose Ibsen

“He flicked through the yellowed rough-cut pages and breathed its musty smell. It filled him with a strange excitement, as if he'd caught a…

— Joan London

“He couldn't stop smelling the air in great, deep, loud sniffs. It was so delicious. It smelled of water, and mud, and maple trees,…

— Elizabeth Enright

“This is a book. It is a book I found in a box. I found the box in the attic. The box was in…

— Paul Harding

“He loved the smell and feel of old books. To hold them was to touch the past.”

— Martin Edwards

“She breathed deeply and smelled water-logged books, the perfume of rotting cardboard and paper that had dried beneath the furnace of the July sun.…

— Joe Hill

“She lifted the book to her nose. A book had a smell more soothing than any of Mrs. Hawkins's herbs. There was nothing like…

— Cindy Thomson

“As he walked, the sad faded leaves were driven pitilessly around him by the wind, and under the mingling influences of autumn and evening,…

— Georges Rodenbach

“And there, surrounded by death above and below, he sticks his tongue out and tastes the sweetness of life.”

— Danny Scheinmann

“DUMB AUTUMN SMELLS. The marguerite, unbroken, passed between home and chasm through your memory. A strange lostness was palpably present, almost you would have…

— Paul Celan

“He was breathing the air of its world, adapting to its gravity. The story’s essence had permeated every part of him, to the walls…

— Haruki Murakami

“He was up to his neck in it. He was breathing the air of its world, adapting to its gravity. The story's essence had…

— Haruki Murakami

“He thought of the feeling of receiving oxygen from a mask and the calming sensation it brought, partly because of the concentrated gas but…

— Amelia Gray