In the spring, at the end of the day, you should smell like dirt.
Margaret AtwoodRead
Topic
12 quotes
In the spring, at the end of the day, you should smell like dirt.
Oh, what a catastrophe for man when he cut himself off from the rhythm of the year, from his unison with the sun and the earth. Oh, what a catastrophe, what a maiming of love when it was a personal, merely personal feeling, taken away from the rising and the setting of the sun, and cut off from the magic connection of the solstice and the equinox!
And there are loners in rural communities who, at the equinox, are said to don new garments and stroll down to the cities, where great beasts await them, fat and docile.
Every leaf speaks bliss to me, fluttering from the autumn tree.
No spring nor summer beauty hath such grace as I have seen in one autumnal face.
Delicious autumn! My very soul is wedded to it.
Delicious autumn! My very soul is wedded to it, and if I were a bird I would fly about the earth seeking the successive autumns.
There is a harmony In autumn, and a luster in its sky...
Spring has returned. The Earth is like a child that knows poems.
The falling leaves drift by the window The autumn leaves of red and gold.... I see your lips, the summer kisses The sunburned hands, I used to hold Since you went away, the days grow long And soon I'll hear ol' winter's song. But I miss you most of all my darling, When autumn leaves start to fall.
April ... hath put a spirit of youth in everything.
Autumn is the mellower season, and what we lose in flowers we more than gain in fruits.
Subscribe for the occasional hand-picked quote. No noise.