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#autumn

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You expected to be sad in the fall. Part of you died each year when the leaves fell from the trees and their branches were bare against the wind and the cold, wintery light. But you knew there would always be the spring, as you knew the river would flow again after it was frozen. When the cold rains kept on and killed the spring, it was as though a young person died for no reason. ↗


— Ernest Hemingway


#person

And it's impossible to say and even harder to feel. ↗


— Laura Nowlin


#feel #finny #love #love

Finny never tells anyone how he is feeling; you just have to know him well enough to understand when he is sad or scared. Today his expression does not tell me how he feels about me being over here. Either he couldn't care less, or he could be annoyed. ↗


— Laura Nowlin


#finny #love #love

In California in the early Spring, There are pale yellow mornings, when the mist burns slowly into day, The air stings like Autumn, clarifies like pain - Well, I have dreamed this coast myself. ↗


— Robert Hass


#autumn #burns #california #clarifies #coast

My visit this autumn is an opportunity to continue that rich tradition of visits between Canterbury and Rome. ↗


— Rowan Williams


#between #canterbury #continue #opportunity #rich

Y cuando nos separamos, es otoño en mi corazón. ↗


— LaVyrle Spencer


#autumn #love #november #otoño #love

In my own shire, if I was sad Homely comforters I had: The earth, because my heart was sore, Sorrowed for the son she bore; And standing hills, long to remain, Shared their short-lived comrade's pain. And bound for the same bourn as I, On every road I wandered by, Trod beside me, close and dear, The beautiful and death-struck year: Whether in the woodland brown I heard the beechnut rustle down, And saw the purple crocus pale Flower about the autumn dale; Or littering far the fields of May Lady-smocks a-bleaching lay, And like a skylit water stood The bluebells in the azured wood. Yonder, lightening other loads, The season range the country roads, But here in London streets I ken No such helpmates, only men; And these are not in plight to bear, If they would, another's care. They have enough as 'tis: I see In many an eye that measures me The mortal sickness of a mind Too unhappy to be kind. Undone with misery, all they can Is to hate their fellow man; And till they drop they needs must still Look at you and wish you ill. ↗


— A.E. Housman


#city #compassion #country #hate #home

I knew by the signs it would be a hard winter. The hollies bore a heavy crop of berries and birds stripped them bare. Crows quarreled in reaped fields and owls cried in the mountains, mournful as widows. Fur and moss grew thicker than usual. Cold rains came, driven sideways through the trees by north winds, and snows followed. ↗


— Sarah Micklem


#folklore #nature #predictions #weather #winter

Autumn is as joyful and sweet as an untimely end. ↗


— Remy de Gourmont


#fall #melancholy #melancholy

Such days of autumnal decline hold a strange mystery which adds to the gravity of all our moods. ↗


— Charles Nodier


#fall #melancholy #melancholy






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