Autumn Quote by Vincent Van Gogh Download Open image “What a simple thing death is, just as simple as the falling of an autumn leaf.” — Vincent Van Gogh ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ 4.4 out of 5 (3 ratings) Copy quoteShare Autumn Death Fall Leafs Simple Simple things
The falling leaf that tells of autumn's death is, in a subtler sense, a prophecy of spring. — Robert Green Ingersoll Copy Share Image
How strange and awful is the synthesis of life and death in the gusty winds and falling leaves of an autumnal day! — Samuel Taylor Coleridge Copy Share Image
What if the leaves were to fall a-weeping, and say, "It will be so painful for us to be pulled from our stalks, when… — Henry Ward Beecher Copy Share Image
It's easy to die. Just give your breath back to the trees and the wind. — Peter Levitt Copy Share Image
Dying is strange and hard if it is not our death, but a death that takes us by storm, when we've ripened none within… — Rainer Maria Rilke Copy Share Image
Autumn is the hardest season. The leaves are all falling, and they're falling like they're falling in love with the ground. — Andrea Gibson Copy Share Image
When the leaves fall, the whole earth is a cemetery pleasant to walk in. . . . How beautifully they go to their graves!… — Henry David Thoreau Copy Share Image
I will tell you something that you don't want to hear: Autumn is ugly! Look at the dying leaves! There is no beauty in… — Mehmet Murat Ildan Copy Share Image
What am I in most people's eyes? A nonentity or an eccentric and disagreeable man... I should want my work to show what is… — Vincent Van Gogh Copy Share Image
The heart of man is very much like the sea, it has its storms, it has its tides and in its depths it has… — Vincent Van Gogh Copy Share Image
There certainly is an affinity between a person and his work, but it is not easy to define what this affinity is, and on… — Vincent Van Gogh Copy Share Image
I confess I do not know why, but looking at the stars always makes me dream. — Vincent Van Gogh Copy Share Image
Ah, Manet has come very, very close to it and Courbet - the marrying of form and colour. — Vincent Van Gogh Copy Share Image
We must not judge God from this world. It's just a study that didn't come off. It's only a master who could make such… — Vincent Van Gogh Copy Share Image
“Our goals can only be reached through a vehicle of a plan, in which we must fervently believe, and upon which we must vigorously act. There is no other route to success.” - Vincent van Gogh” — Vincent van Gogh Copy Share
But by fighting the difficulties in which one finds oneself, an inner strength develops from within our heart, which improves in life's fight. — Vincent Van Gogh Copy Share Image
Ah! My dear friend painting is to us what the music of Berlioz and Wagner was before us - a consolatory art for sore… — Vincent Van Gogh 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 rock, the moss. In autumn, it would be right; in winter under the snow, it would be perfect in its wintriness. Spring would come again and miracle within miracle would unfold, each at its special pace,… — Jean Liedloff Copy Share
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 they did in summer; they talk in a different leaf-language now. The wind moves through the boughs like fingers drawn across the strings of a harp filling the air with the harsh dry sound of sapless… — Patience Strong Copy Share
You know how this is: if I look at the crystal moon, at the red branch of the slow autumn at my window, if I touch near the fire the impalpable ash or the wrinkled body of the log, everything carries me to you, as if everything that exists, aromas, light, metals, were little boats that sail toward those isles… — Pablo Neruda Copy Share
“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, faces and ridges, Is it the name itself which is so tempting, or the picture we have of the mountain itself, or does the appeal come from our feeling of the actual process of climbing? All… — Gaston Rebuffat Copy Share
