Showing posts with label quotes. Show all posts
Showing posts with label quotes. Show all posts
Autumn is a second spring when every leaf is a flower. 

~Albert Camus

I would rather sit on a pumpkin, and have it all to myself, than be crowded on a velvet cushion.

~Henry David Thoreau

Spring passes and one remembers one's innocence.
Summer passes and one remembers one's exuberance.
Autumn passes and one remembers one's reverence.
Winter passes and one remembers one's perseverance. 

~Yoko Ono

But when fall comes, kicking summer out on its treacherous ass as it always does one day sometime after the midpoint of September, it stays awhile like an old friend that you have missed. It settles in the way an old friend will settle into your favorite chair and take out his pipe and light it and then fill the afternoon with stories of places he had been and things he has done since the last time he saw you.

~Stephen King, Salem's Lot


Is not this a true autumn day? Just the still melancholy that I love - that makes life and nature harmonize. The birds are consulting about their migration, the trees are putting on the hectic or the pallid hues of decay, and begin to strew the ground, that one's very footsteps may not disturb the repose of earth and air, while they give us a scent that is a perfect anodyne to the restless spirit. Delicious autumn! My very soul is wedded to it, and if I were a bird I would fly about the earth seeking the successive autumns.

~George Eliot (letter to Miss Lewis, Oct. 1, 1841)


Don't you love New York in the fall? It makes me want to buy school supplies. I would send you a bouquet of newly sharpened pencils if I knew your name and address.

~Nora Ephron

A multitude of small delights constitutes happiness.
~Charles Baudelaire
Acting responsibly is not a matter of strengthening our reason but of deepening our feeling for the welfare of others.
~Jostein Gaarder, Sophie's World

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Happy Ramadan Greeting Quotes
Books are not about passing time. They're about other lives. Other worlds. Far from wanting time to pass, one just wishes one had more of it.
~Alan Bennet, The Uncommon Reader


I wonder if the snow loves the trees and fields, that it kisses them so gently? And then it covers them up snug, you know, with a white quilt; and perhaps it says, "Go to sleep, darlings, till the summer comes again."
~Lewis Carrol, Alice's Adventures in Wonderland
October extinguished itself in a rush of howling winds and driving rain and November arrived, cold as frozen iron, with hard frosts every morning and icy drafts that bit at exposed hands and faces.
~J.K. Rowling, Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix

Starting a novel is opening a door on a misty landscape; you can still see very little but you can smell the earth and feel the wind blowing.
~Iris Murdoch, Under the Net

There is only one way to read, which is to browse in libraries and bookshops, picking up books that attract you, and reading only those, dropping them when they bore you, skipping the parts that drag - and never, never reading anything because you feel you ought, or because it is part of a trend or a movement. Remember that the book which bores you when you are twenty or thirty will open doors for you when you are forty or fifty - and vice-versa. Don't read a book out of its time for you.
~Doris Lessing

[I think this quote is quite possibly the truest thing I've ever come across regarding books and reading.]
After nourishment, shelter and companionship, stories are the thing we need most in the world.
~Philip Pullman

It's only in the Autumn where I can take breaths that make me want to take more breaths . . . I will always enjoy the grey solemn solitude of this season that grows darker and colder, day by day.
~Henry Rollins
I remember it as October days are always remembered, cloudless, maple-flavored, the air gold and so clean it quivers.
~Leif Enger, Peace Like a River

The foliage has been losing its freshness through the month of August, and here and there a yellow leaf shows itself like the first gray hair amidst the locks of a beauty who has seen one season too many.
~Oliver Wendell Holmes


Our Culture has made a virtue of living only as extroverts. We discouraged the inner journey, the quest for a centre. So we lost our centre and have to find it again.
~Ana�s Nin


August rain: the best of the summer gone, and the new fall not yet born. The odd uneven time.
~Sylvia Plath