Autumn arrives in early morning, but spring at the close of a winter day. — Elizabeth Bowen
Autumn arrives in early morning, but spring at the close of a winter day. — Elizabeth Bowen
Autumn arrives in early morning, but spring at the close of a winter day. — Elizabeth Bowen
Autumn arrives in early morning, but spring at the close of a winter day. — Elizabeth Bowen
Autumn arrives in early morning, but spring at the close of a winter day. — Elizabeth Bowen
Download Customize

Autumn arrives in early morning, but spring at the close of a winter day.

— Elizabeth Bowen
Pin Share Tweet Telegram
Topics
autumn spring springtime winter

More “Autumn” Quotes

Autumn has come and reason has gone. Yesterday, I sold the sun for you and tonight the stars are running away from me. W — Kamand Kojouri
She came towards me with a juicy gash between her legs that smelled like my best friend's sister" Just when I thought I' — Dave Matthes, Strange Rainfall on the Rooftops of People Watchers: Poems and Stories
I would rather sit on a pumpkin, and have it all to myself, than be crowded on a velvet cushion. — Henry David Thoreau
Speaking of happiness, those distinctive moments are found outdoors – in the fall, in the winter and always in the mount — Donna Lynn Hope
That country where it is always turning late in the year. That country where the hills are fog and the rivers are mist; — Ray Bradbury
Even now I remember those pictures, like pictures in a storybook one loved as a child. Radiant meadows, mountains vaporo — Donna Tartt
Autumn teaches us a valuable lesson. During summer, all the green trees are beautiful. But there is no time of the year — Donald L. Hicks, Look into the stillness
...you're either gonna spend your life fucking pussy, or taking it to church. — Dave Matthes, Bar Nights
And now, my poor old woman, why are you crying so bitterly? It is autumn. The leaves are falling from the trees like bur — Mervyn Peake, Titus Groan
If. If Mingus Rude could be kept in this place, kept somehow in Dylan's pocket, in his stinging, smudgy hands, then summ — Jonathan Lethem, The Fortress of Solitude
I was only twelve. But I knew how much I loved her. It was that love that comes before all significance of body and mora — Ray Bradbury, The October Country
Night, which in Autumn seems to fall from the sky so suddenly, chilled us... — Jules Barbey d'Aurevilly, The Crimson Curtain