Body Quote by Anna Akhmatova

A little smoke lost in the air, that was the life of a man.

— W. Somerset Maugham

“It was the final, explosive demonstration of summer, the line in the sand, a desperate attempt to hold fall forever at bay. But autumn…

— Lauren Oliver

Part of you died each year when the leaves fell from the trees and their branches were bare against the wind and the cold,…

— Ernest Hemingway

No stir of air was there, Not so much life as on a summer's day Robs not one light seed from the feather'd grass,…

— John Keats

“The last dying days of summer, fall coming on fast. A cold night, the first of the season, a change from the usual bland…

— Poppy Z. Brite

“Beautiful surroundings, the society of learned men, the charm of noble women, the graces of art, could not make up for the loss of…

— Willa Cather

“But clouds bellied out in the sultry heat, the sky cracked open with a crimson gash, spewed flame-and the ancient forest began to smoke.…

— Yevgeny Zamyatin

The summer lasted a long long time, like verse after verse of a ballad, but when it ended, it ended like a man falling…

— Ardyth Kennelly

“It has happened. It is over. They fled. They mourned. Until grief had turned stony, too, and they came back. Awed by the completeness…

— Susan Sontag

If I had not smoked I should have been dead ten years ago.

— Francois Guizot

One minute you could be getting a smoke in the alley on the Lower East Side with your friends, having drinks and dancing on…

— Melissa de la Cruz

It was a broiling afternoon of mid-August in Brinoe and everybody who was anybody had long ago quit its burning pavements and chilly palaces…

— Louis Bromfield