Tuesday, 13 October 2015

Literary Autumn [Quotes]

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Autumn has always been my favourite season. I love the chilly mornings and wrapping up in warm blankets and drinking more tea. While winter is sometimes a bit too cold and uninviting, autumn is the perfect mixture of cosiness and the cold. And apparently I am not the only one who is fond of this magical combination. 
I remember it as October days are always remembered, cloudless, maple-flavoured, the air gold and so clean it quivers.
Leif Enger, Peace like a River
Her pleasure in the walk must arise from the exercise and the day, from the view of the last smiles of the year upon the tawny leaves and withered hedges, and from repeating to herself some few of the thousand poetical extant of autumn - that season of peculiar and inexhaustible influence on the mind of taste and tenderness, that season which has drawn from every poet, worthy of being read, some attempt at description, or some lines of feeling."
Jane Austen, Persuasion
"Rain on roof outside window, gray light, deep covers and warm blankets. Rain and nip of autumn in air; nostalgia, itch to work better and bigger. That crisp edge of autumn."
Sylvia Plath
"Is not this a true autumn day? Just the still melancholy that I love - that makes life and nature harmonise. The birds are consulting bout their migrations, the trees are putting on the hectic or the pallid hues of decay, and begin to strew the ground, that one's very footsteps may not disturb the repose f earth and air, while they give us a scent that is a perfect anodyne to the restless spirit. Delicious autumn!"
George Elliott
September slipped by into a gold and crimson graciousness of October.
Lucy Maud Montgomery, Anne of Avonlea

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