Autumn Quote by Aspen Matis Download Open image ““Seamless like a fall leaf changing color, my will switched powerfully.”” — Aspen Matis ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ 4.1 out of 5 (10 ratings) Copy quoteShare Autumn Change-your-mind Changing Changing your mind Desire Leaf Will Wish
“A leaf turns in the wind, and you suddenly have a different perception of what colour it is.” — Robin Hobb Copy Share Image
“As we stand there, it hits me how quickly everything changes - how life is like peering into a kaleidoscope, and just as you're… — Holly Schindler Copy Share Image
“What binds the fabric together when the raging, shifting, winds of change keep ripping away?” — Jonathan Larson Copy Share Image
“When fall came and your leaves fell, they would blow away, but you would remain.” — Maxine Trottier Copy Share Image
“Change often rises not as a crashing wave, but as a relentless tide, quietly reshaping all in its path.” — Bhuwan Thapaliya Copy Share Image
“In the fall, trees are beautiful. I wonder how such beauty is followed by death. How do leaves change to such amazing colors, but… — Rasha Riad Copy Share Image
“Change is one of the most vibrant elements we can use to create a different tomorrow.” — steven redhead Copy Share Image
“Things stood still, not a leaf trembled on the branches, while the sky slowly lost its color and became an expanse that looked like… — Ayn Rand Copy Share Image
“...It wouldn’t fade. It wouldn’t shift to another. It probably wouldn’t always be easy…but it would always be…always.” — S.C. Stephens Copy Share Image
“The true answer held my chest like an unwanted hand’s sudden touch, uncomfortable and unfeeling.” — Aspen Matis Copy Share Image
“I trusted my husband so purely, as raindrops trust the ocean as they’re falling.” — Aspen Matis Copy Share Image
“I felt lit up, as if someone had reached into my heart and flipped an inner switch, turning me on, brighter.” — Aspen Matis Copy Share Image
“I felt a thrill—a new civil affinity budding in my dreams and in the brick-and-mortar city, simultaneously: that we, the people, were awakening to… — Aspen Matis Copy Share Image
“In the small hours of a cold February dawn, Justin and I walked to the Pacific, high cliffs eroding over the ocean, crashed and… — Aspen Matis Copy Share Image
“That evening after dinner, I picked lemons from the tree in the backyard, the fruits golden bulbs under the rising moon.” — Aspen Matis Copy Share Image
“When tomorrow broke, our hillside home filled up with honeyed light, a fish tank.” — Aspen Matis Copy Share Image
“The structure crouched like a great stone tiger on a slope of the East Bay, resting on the cliffside with calm grace.” — Aspen Matis Copy Share Image
This, at last, was where things were as they ought to be. Everything was in its place -- the tree, the earth underneath, the… — Jean Liedloff Copy Share Image
The American spring is by no means so agreeable as the American autumn; both move with faltering step, and slow; but this lingering pace,… — Frances Trollope Copy Share Image
“Flowers that had bloomed brilliant from spring through autumn blackened under the killing frost.” — Nora Roberts Copy Share Image
“FALL I've never liked orange not even a hint of yellow though that doesn't mean I'm derange, you know. but it's still a riddle… — Kynna Claire Copy Share Image
The trees change their voices in autumn as well as their shapes. No longer do they whisper to one another in muffled tones as… — Patience Strong Copy Share Image
You know how this is: if I look at the crystal moon, at the red branch of the slow autumn at my window, if… — Pablo Neruda Copy Share Image
“The crickets felt it was their duty to warn everybody that summertime cannot last for ever. Even on the most beautiful days in the… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
He found himself wondering at times, especially in the autumn, about the wild lands, and strange visions of mountains that he had never seen… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
“Easter blessings All life’s sacrifices like autumn leaves awaken our senses and power to love and be whole Our Mother Earth, Our Father Sky… — Ramon Ravenswood Copy Share Image
The lush green of the fields became a rich gold that swayed sturdily under the wind and fell at last before the hands of… — Martha Ostenso Copy Share Image
The ascent of any route begins, in dreams at least, the autumn before. Our minds ring, involuntarily, with the alluring names of mountains, aiguilles,… — Gaston Rebuffat Copy Share Image
