Amethyst Quote by Robert Frost

O hushed October morning mild, Thy leaves have ripened to the fall; Tomorrow's wind, if it be wild, Should waste them all. The crows…

— Robert Frost

No clouds are in the morning sky, The vapors hug the stream, Who says that life and love can die In all this northern…

— Edmund Clarence Stedman

“Every day is ordinary. Until it isn’t. On this early-October morning, the townspeople in Port Fortune wake before dawn to an ordinary day with…

— Anne D. LeClaire

“The spirit of peace descended like a cloud from heaven, for if the spirit of peace dwells anywhere, it is in the courts and…

— Virginia Woolf

Hellooo.” I held out my arm. “An amethyst woman with blue hair is telling you this.” She reached out and scraped her short nails…

— Cheyenne McCray

I'll tell you how the sun rose, a ribbon at a time. The steeples swam in amethyst, The news like squirrels ran. The hills…

— Emily Dickinson

I have amethyst geodes by my meditation - yoga room and large rose quartz throughout my back garden.

— Miranda Kerr

My real name is Amethyst. It sounds like a stage name. My mom is kind of crazy.

— Iggy Azalea

There is in them a softer fire than the ruby, there is the brilliant purple of the amethyst, and the sea green of the…

— Pliny the Elder

Made up of the glories of the most precious gems, to describe them is a matter of inexpressible difficulty. For there is amongst them…

— Pliny the Elder

My birthstone is amethyst. I have one from my grandma that's kind of like my good-luck charm. If I'm anxious, I hold it.

— Camille Kostek

If I should see your eyes again, I know how far their look would go -- Back to a morning in the park With…

— Sara Teasdale

Hark, I hear a robin calling! List, the wind is from the south! And the orchard-bloom is falling Sweet as kisses on the mouth.…

— Lucy Maud Montgomery

“Nestled into a bed of shiny cream satin lay a heart-shaped pendant on a simple gold chain. The heart itself was created from over…

— Tracy Anne Warren

It was October again ... a glorious October, all red and gold, with mellow mornings when the valleys were filled with delicate mists as…

— Lucy Maud Montgomery