Autumn Quote by Georg Trakl Download Open image “Shuddering under the autumn stars, each year, the head sinks lower and lower.” — Georg Trakl ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ 4.0 out of 5 (4 ratings) Copy quoteShare Autumn Stars Years
Autumn leaves falling down like pieces into place, and I can picture it after all these days. — Taylor Swift Copy Share Image
Therefore the moon, the governess of floods, Pale in her anger washes all the air, That rheumatic diseases do abound; And through this distemperature… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Through the chill of December the early winter moans... but it's that January wind that rattles old bones. — John Facenda Copy Share Image
“... the extraordinary autumn weather that always comes as a surprise, when the sun hangs low and gives more heat than in spring, when… — Leo Tolstoy Copy Share Image
Such days of autumnal decline hold a strange mystery which adds to the gravity of all our moods. — Charles Nodier Copy Share Image
It was autumn and falling stars Covered the shrivelled forms Crouched in the moonlight. — Wallace Stevens Copy Share Image
It was one of those days you sometimes get latish in the autumn when the sun beams, the birds toot, and there is a… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
Spring slattern of seasons you have soggy legs and a muddy petticoat drowsy is your hair your eyes are sticky with dream and you… — e. e. cummings Copy Share Image
Every moment of the night Forever changing places And they put out the star-light With the breath from their pale faces — Anonymous Copy Share Image
The seasons alter: hoary-headed frosts Fall in the fresh lap of the crimson rose. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Autumn can be glorious but menacing too - the long shadows, brisk winds, scurrying leaves, impending frost. — A.S.A. Harrison Copy Share Image
Earlier lives drift by on silver soles, and the shadows of the damned descend into these sighing waters. — Georg Trakl Copy Share Image
“Your body is a hyacinth, Into which a monk dips his waxy fingers. Our silence is a black cavern, From which a soft animal… — Georg Trakl Copy Share Image
When we are thirsty, we drink the white waters of the pool, the sweetness of our mournful childhood. — Georg Trakl Copy Share Image
“A world without fairy tales and myths would be as drab as life without music” — Georg Trakl Copy Share Image
Cold metal walks across my forehead, spiders search for my heart. It is a light that goes out in my mouth... — Georg Trakl Copy Share Image
I do not have easy days at home now and I drift between fear and helplessness in sunny rooms where it is unspeakably cold.… — Georg Trakl Copy Share Image
Black frost. The ground is hard, the air tastes bitter. Your stars cluster in evil signs. — Georg Trakl 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
