Autumn Quote by Lucy Davis Download Open image “My favourite season is autumn, and I love walking through woods.” — Lucy Davis ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ 4.8 out of 5 (5 ratings) Copy quoteShare Autumn I love Love Spring Walking Woods
My favorite season is autumn, and Maine is lovely for that reason. In Maine, autumn begins on July 29. That's when you start building… — John Hodgman Copy Share Image
I loved autumn, the one season of the year that God seemed to have put there just for the beauty of it. — Lee Maynard Copy Share Image
Like spring, but it is too young. I like summer, but it is too proud. So I like best of all autumn, because its… — Lin Yutang Copy Share Image
Spring is beautiful, and summer is perfect for vacations, but autumn brings a longing to get away from the unreal things of life, out… — Margaret Elizabeth Sangster Copy Share Image
I like spring, but it is too young. I like summer, but it is too proud. So I like best of all autumn, because… — Lin Yutang Copy Share Image
I love the winter. Well, I love all the seasons, but the winter is possibly one of the most intense. — Andy Goldsworthy Copy Share Image
I like autumn. The drama of it; the golden lion roaring through the back door of the year, shaking its mane of leaves. A… — Joanne Harris Copy Share Image
The whole thing with so many people empathising with 'The Office' has made me aware of how people aren't doing jobs they love, aren't… — Lucy Davis Copy Share Image
I don't have my life mapped out. I am happy to see where it goes, and then, hopefully, I won't be disappointed. — Lucy Davis Copy Share Image
I initially decided to speak about my anorexia and bulimia, partly out of a selfish motivation. I felt I had been scrutinised for my… — Lucy Davis Copy Share Image
I have come a long way and learnt a lot. I read this quote about a year ago: 'Happiness must not be pursued; it… — Lucy Davis Copy Share Image
If I'm slimmer, I feel better about myself, but I don't lose weight for anybody else or for a magazine. — Lucy Davis Copy Share Image
For me, when I go to bed at night, I am happy that I haven't hurt someone. And if I think I have, I… — Lucy Davis Copy Share Image
I've been so lucky in all my jobs. I just, you know, when you hear nightmare stories of other jobs - which I'm sure… — Lucy Davis Copy Share Image
I have some lovely friends and an amazing family, and I feel very lucky with that. — Lucy Davis Copy Share Image
When you are open about your things, people feel more able to talk to you. I think that's a nice thing, because people get… — Lucy Davis Copy Share Image
Horror is my favorite genre, but there have been a few horror movies that have properly scared me and that I don't jump back… — Lucy Davis 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
