Autumn Quote by Mary Webb Download Open image “Autumn is full of leave-taking.” — Mary Webb ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ 4.5 out of 5 (6 ratings) Copy quoteShare Autumn Funny Inspirational Love
Autumn is leaving its mellowness behind for its spiky, rotted stage. Don't remember summer even saying goodbye. — David Mitchell Copy Share Image
Autumn is a reminder that while the leaves die and fall, there will always be Spring, a chance to replenish and be reborn again.… — Tao Porchon-Lynch Copy Share Image
Autumn is full of leave-taking. In September the swallows are chattering of destination and departure like a crowd of tourists. — Mary Webb Copy Share Image
“Autumn is a season of desperate hopes. The leaves are souls begging to turn life on pause. Begging to stop, begging to take a… — Teodora Savu Copy Share Image
Autumn is the very soul of metamorphosis, a time when the world is poised at the door of winter - which is the door… — Catherynne M. Valente Copy Share Image
“Autumn is a fleeting season, melancholy by nature. Its ghostly beauty cultivates a fertile atmosphere for memories that wrote their history on a tablet… — Brian P. Easton Copy Share Image
There is usually no dreamer so unworldly as the anthologist. He wanders in a vast garden, lost in wonder, unable to decide often between… — Mary Webb Copy Share Image
There is surely no more unselfish person than the anthologist. For while all we others are striving to ensure our own immortality with eagerness,… — Mary Webb Copy Share Image
But when you dwell in a house you mislike, you will look out of a window a deal more than those that are content… — Mary Webb Copy Share Image
For the world is founded and built up on death, and the reality of death is neither to be questioned nor feared. Death is… — Mary Webb Copy Share Image
“I'd laboured over it a long while, and labour brings a thing near the heart's core.” — Mary Webb Copy Share Image
It made me gladsome to be getting some education, it being like a big window opening. — Mary Webb Copy Share Image
“[...]we are all as full of echoes as a rocky wood--echoes of the past, reflex echoes of the future, and echoes of the soil… — Mary Webb Copy Share Image
“I've thought since that when folk grumble about this and that and be not happy, it is not the fault of creation, that is… — Mary Webb Copy Share Image
Green is the fresh emblem of well founded hopes. In blue the spirit can wander, but in green it can rest. — Mary Webb Copy Share Image
“He was ever a strong man, which is almost the same, times, as to say a man with little time for kindness. For if… — Mary Webb 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
