"Come, sit down on this sunny stone;
'Tis wintry light o'er flowerless moors
But sit - for we are all alone
And clear expand heaven's breathless shores."
~ Emily Jane Brontë ~
"Come, sit down on this sunny stone;
'Tis wintry light o'er flowerless moors
But sit - for we are all alone
And clear expand heaven's breathless shores."
~ Emily Jane Brontë ~
"I'll walk where my own nature would be
leading: It vexes me to choose another
guide: Where the grey flocks in ferny
glens are feeding; Where the wild wind
blows on the mountain-side."
~Emily Jane Brontë~
"Autumn is the mellower season, and what we lose in flowers we more than gain in fruits."
~Samuel Butler~
Peering from some high
window, at the gold of
November sunset and
feeling that if day has to
become night, this is a
beautiful way.
~E.E. Cummings~