Autumn Quote by Susan Lendroth Download Open image ““Autumn flings her fiery cloak over the sumac, beech and oak.”” — Susan Lendroth ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ 2.5 out of 5 (9 ratings) Copy quoteShare Autumn Fall Leaves Oak October
“A hundred years or more, she's bent her crown in storm, in sun, in moonsplashed midnight breeze. surviving all the random vagaries of this harsh world. A dense - twigged veil drifts down from crown along her trunk - mourning slow wood that rustles tattered, in a hint of wind this January dusk, cloudy, purpling the ground with sudden shadows.… — Lauren Lipton Copy Share
“She seemed a compound of the autumn leaves and the winter sunshine ...” — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
“I found Burns, absorbed, silent, abstracted from all around her by the companionship of a book, which she read by the dim glare of… — Charlotte Bronte Copy Share Image
“Such a dark green, his eyes. They reminded her of the forest, of all the dangers lying dormant behind that verdant cloak of leaves.” — Nenia Campbell Copy Share Image
“Sunrise over the mountain-forest was gorgeous - Aurora brushing out her golden tresses with a comb of dark-needled pine and bare-limbed oak.” — J. Aleksandr Wootton Copy Share Image
“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 Copy Share Image
“The autumn leaves, arranged in two or three scarlet terraces among the pine-trees, have fallen like ancient dreams.” — Sōseki Natsume Copy Share Image
“I looked up through a scatter of fluttering leaves silhouetted against the rosy autumn sunset.” — Ben Carson Copy Share Image
“A slender form wrapped in a dark cloak that billowed behind her—very much like another apparition, the impression enhanced by their eerie surroundings.” — Christina Boyd Copy Share Image
“She is radiant, the darkness that surrounded her for so long is now a thing of the past. After pushing my way into her… — B.J. Harvey Copy Share Image
“Footsteps shuffled on the stair/Under the firelight, under the brush, her hair/Spread out in fiery points/Glowed into words, then would be savagely still.” — T.S. Eliot Copy Share Image
“I've never understood the desire for books with matched bindings. You don't go through life looking for sets of matched people, and books are… — Susan Lendroth Copy Share Image
“Ever poised on that cusp between past and future, we tie memories to souvenirs like string to trees along life’s path, marking the trail… — Susan Lendroth 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
