Quote by Lauren Willig

“You English words? I know you: You are light as dreams, Tough as oak, Precious as gold, As poppies and corn, Or an old…

— Edward Thomas

“The leaves do fad and fall away, / Berries rot and sheaves decay; / The deer is fled back to the field. / That…

— Lauren Willig

“Henry James rhymed Fellowship with the gesture of biting a neglected apple, and Ovid a scarlet curtain with the skin of Atalanta.”

— Hugh Kenner

“That's my middle-west - not the wheat or the prairies or the lost Swede towns but the thrilling, returning trains of my youth and…

— F. Scott Fitzgerald

“Come live with me and be my love, And we will all the pleasures prove That valleys, groves, hills, and fields, Woods or steepy…

— Christoper Marlowe

“her eyes were met with nothing more than trees; their leaves, a symphony of color: reds, oranges, and golds as nature pushed forward into…

— M.S. Willis

“We owned a garden on a hill, We planted rose and daffodil, Flowers that English poets sing, And hoped for glory in the Spring.…

— Vita Sackville-West

“What grasses the horses had left was heavy with dew, as if some passing god had scattered a bag of diamonds over the earth.”

— George R.R. Martin

“How cunningly nature hides every wrinkle of her inconceivable antiquity under roses and violets and monring dew”

— Ralph Waldo Emerson

“Above us hung a tapestry of silver and gold and palest green that in my world had faded into white: a great oak so…

— Patricia A. McKillip

“in winter, we let our precious leaves go and seem to let go of all we are; then we find we are clothed with…

— Rachel Rivett

“On increasingly warm nice days I liked to sit toward noon on the bench encircling the cherry tree and look at the bare trees,…

— Adalbert Stifter