Summer ends, and Autumn comes, and he who would have it otherwise would have high tide always and a full moon every night.
Sentiment: POSITIVE
A wind has blown the rain away and blown the sky away and all the leaves away, and the trees stand. I think, I too, have known autumn too long.
There are moments, above all on June evenings, when the lakes that hold our moons are sucked into the earth, and nothing is left but wine and the touch of a hand.
Summer is the annual permission slip to be lazy. To do nothing and have it count for something. To lie in the grass and count the stars. To sit on a branch and study the clouds.
He who marvels at the beauty of the world in summer will find equal cause for wonder and admiration in winter.
It was one of those March days when the sun shines hot and the wind blows cold: when it is summer in the light, and winter in the shade.
What is it about summer that makes children grow? We feed and water them more. They do get more sun, but that probably doesn't matter as much as the book they read or the rule they broke that taught them something they couldn't have learned any other way.
He that will enjoy the brightness of sunshine, must quit the coolness of the shade.
It was one of those perfect English autumnal days which occur more frequently in memory than in life.
Summer has filled her veins with light and her heart is washed with noon.
God is day and night, winter and summer, war and peace, surfeit and hunger.