Autumn Quote by George R.R. Martin Download Open image ““I loved a maid as red as autumn [...] with sunset in her hair.”” — George R.R. Martin ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ 3.9 out of 5 (3 ratings) Copy quoteShare Autumn Sunsets
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“She seemed a compound of the autumn leaves and the winter sunshine ...” — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
“The sky was red," she whispers."Yeah".It was possibly the most beautiful sunset I've seen.” — Katie McGarry Copy Share Image
“She was a monster, a bride of the darkness, and she rose to face her destiny as though it were the blood-red sunrise of… — Julie C. Dao Copy Share Image
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“The sunset like a blacksmith, was beating the sky into glowing red blades.” — Ali Shaw Copy Share Image
“I looked up through a scatter of fluttering leaves silhouetted against the rosy autumn sunset.” — Ben Carson Copy Share Image
“Neither's the one you get, less you want me to see if your apple's ripe, yet. - Yoren” — George R.R. Martin Copy Share Image
“It is my look they will flinch from now, my frown that they must fear.” — George R.R. Martin Copy Share Image
“Everything Syrio Forel had ever taught her vanished in a heartbeat. In that instant of sudden terror, the only lesson Arya could remember was… — George R.R. Martin Copy Share Image
“Megga couldn’t sing, but she was mad to be kissed. She and Alla played a kissing game sometimes, she confessed, but it wasn’t the… — George R.R. Martin Copy Share Image
“The rain feels good against my face, Sam. It feels like tears. Let me stay a while longer, I pray you. It has been… — George R.R. Martin Copy Share Image
“Every man who walks the earth casts a shadow on the world. Some are thin and weak, others long and dark.” — George R.R. Martin Copy Share Image
“The shy girl she had known at Riverrun had grown into a woman who was by turns proud, fearful, cruel, dreamy, reckless, timid, stubborn,… — George R.R. Martin Copy Share Image
“He won the war on the battlefield and lost it in a bedchamber, poor fool.” — George R.R. Martin Copy Share Image
“On the morning after battle the crows had feasted on victors and vanquished alike. How much can a crown be worth when a crow… — George R.R. Martin 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