Autumn Quote by Matsuo Basho Download Open image “Sadly, I part from you; Like a clam torn from its shell, I go, and autumn too.” — Matsuo Basho ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ 2.6 out of 5 (8 ratings) Copy quoteShare Autumn Clams Shells Torn
The autumn always gets me badly, as it breaks into colours. I want to go south, where there is no autumn, where the cold… — D. H. Lawrence Copy Share Image
Delicious autumn! My very soul is wedded to it, and if I were a bird I would fly about the earth seeking the successive… — George Eliot Copy Share Image
Let whoever wants to, relax in the south, And bask in the garden of paradise. Here is the essence of north—and it's autumn I've… — Anna Akhmatova Copy Share Image
I don't really like the autumn. For me it is the beginning of winter and I hate the winter. White, the colour of death. — Simon Schama Copy Share Image
Autumn wins you best by this its mute appeal to sympathy for its decay. — Robert Browning 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
Autumn finally arrived. And when it did, I came to a decision. Something had to give: I couldn't keep on living like this. — Haruki Murakami Copy Share Image
I've lived to bury my desires and see my dreams corrode with rust now all that's left are fruitless fires that burn my empty… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
Truly, Autumn is my season,” the scarlet beast chorted. “Spring and Summer and Winter all begin with such late letters! But Autumn and Fall,… — Catherynne M. Valente Copy Share Image
Go to the pine if you want to learn about the pine, or to the bamboo if you want to learn about the bamboo.… — Matsuo Basho Copy Share Image
Without the bitterest cold that penetrates to the very bone, how can plum blossoms send forth their fragrance to the whole world? — Matsuo Basho Copy Share Image
Do not resemble me-Never be like a musk melon Cut in two identical halves. — Matsuo Basho Copy Share Image
“In the end, without skill or talent, I've given myself over entirely to poetry. Po Chu-i labored at it until he nearly burst. Tu… — Matsuo Bashô Copy Share Image
Do not seek to follow in the footsteps of the wise. Seek what they sought. — Matsuo Basho Copy Share Image
Go to the object. Leave your subjective preoccupation with yourself. Do not impose yourself on the object. Become one with the object. Plunge deep… — Matsuo Basho Copy Share Image
A weathered skeleton in windy fields of memory, piercing like a knife. — Matsuo Basho 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
