Quotes About Autumn Frost

#1. For love is a flower that grows in any soil, works its sweet miracles undaunted by autumn frost or winter snow, blooming fair and fragrant all the year, and blessing those who give and those who receive. The

Louisa May Alcott

#2. That night the first frost of autumn struck Tucker's Grove. It crept up from the ground, snaring the fragile roots of plants. It emerged from the air, etching its signature on window-panes. A portent. The year was nearing its end. Things would die soon.

Kevin J. Anderson

#3. The wind makes you ache is some place that is deeper than your bones. It may be that it touches something old in the human soul, a chord of race memory that says Migrate or die - migrate or die.

Stephen King

#4. So we support the dance but it does not support us.

Mineko Iwasaki

#5. Taking inspiration from a tree: her roots provide nutrients, they are sheltered from autumn's bluster and winter's frost. It is only when the heated light of spring has called to her and the kiss of summer has loved her, that a tree bears her fruit for all to see.

Eva

#6. Autumn can be glorious but menacing too - the long shadows, brisk winds, scurrying leaves, impending frost.

A.S.A Harrison

#7. That is the way leaves fall around a tree in autumn, a tree unaware of the rain running down its sides, of the sun or the frost, and of life gradually retreating inward. The tree does not die. It waits.

Hermann Hesse

#8. See what you're doing wrong, laugh at it, change and do better.

Spencer Johnson

#9. My sorrow, when she's here with me,
Thinks these dark days of autumn rain
Are beautiful as days can be.

Robert Frost

#10. October, here's to you. Here's to the heady aroma of the frost-kissed apples, the winey smell of ripened grapes, the wild-as-the-wind smell of hickory nuts and the nostalgic whiff of that first wood smoke.

Ken Weber

#11. It looked like the world was covered in a cobbler crust of brown sugar and cinnamon.

Sarah Addison Allen

#12. Small unhurt sorrows approach the hospitals
and every day the dead take off a suit of blood.
The architectures of frost,
the lyres and moans that escape the tiny leaves
in autumn, soaking the final slopes,
died out in the blackness of felt hats.

Federico Garcia Lorca

#13. But frost, like the crystallized dreams of autumn, began to coat the clearing with its sugar glaze.

Victoria Steele Logue

#14. The Waverley sisters hadn't been close as children, but they were as thick as thieves now, the way adult siblings often are, the moment they realize that family is actually a choice.

Sarah Addison Allen

#15. I slept like a baby. Every two hours, I woke up and cried.

Tom McVie

#16. Flowers that had bloomed brilliant from spring through autumn blackened under the killing frost.

Nora Roberts

#17. The tints of autumn ... a mighty flower garden blossoming under the spell of the enchanter, frost.

John Greenleaf Whittier

#18. I felt really lucky that 'Hairstyles Of The Damned' and 'The Boy Detective Fails' were both bestsellers, and I thought that donating the money from 'Demons' was a good way to respond to that. My favorite artists are the ones that are willing to experiment, even if it means a smaller audience.

Joe Meno

#19. O, it sets my heart a clickin' like the tickin' of a clock, when the frost is on the punkin and the fodder's in the shock.

James Whitcomb Riley

#20. I was just telling Claire about a guy I met in bread class. I hate him, but he could be my soul mate.

Sarah Addison Allen

#21. O hushed October morning mild, Begin the hours of this day slow, Make the day seem to us less brief ... Retard the sun with gentle mist; Enchant the land with amethyst ...

Robert Frost

#22. I really loved Twin Peaks. When I saw the two-hour pilot, they screened it in the big theatre. I said, I don't know what is going to happen. I'm in this and I don't understand it. This is never going to sell. Who's going to watch this thing?

Sherilyn Fenn

#23. Whoever possesses God is happy.

Saint Augustine

#24. A good dog never dies. He always stays. He walks besides you on crisp autumn days when frost is on the fields and winter's drawing near. His head is within our hand in his old way.

Mary Carolyn Davies