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  • #1
    George Eliot
    “Family likeness has often a deep sadness in it. Nature, that great tragic dramatist, knits us together by bone and muscle, and divides us by the subtler web of our brains; blends yearning and repulsion; and ties us by our heart-strings to the beings that jar us at every movement.”
    George Eliot, Adam Bede

  • #2
    Roy T. Bennett
    “If you want to be happy, do not dwell in the past, do not worry about the future, focus on living fully in the present.”
    Roy T. Bennett, The Light in the Heart

  • #3
    Roy T. Bennett
    “Time doesn’t heal emotional pain, you need to learn how to let go.”
    Roy T. Bennett, The Light in the Heart

  • #4
    Amit Ray
    “If you want to fly on the sky, you need to leave the earth. If you want to move forward, you need to let go the past that drags you down.”
    Amit Ray, World Peace: The Voice of a Mountain Bird

  • #5
    Sijdah Hussain
    “Life isn’t in our brain // It flows through our veins.
    Just a little cut to drain out the galaxies that keep me up tonight.
    Just a little cut and all this goes away. Just a little cut and no more thoughts. No memories. No pain. I mean screw nostalgia.
    I don’t want it. Take it back!”
    Sijdah Hussain, Red Sugar, No More

  • #6
    S.L. Vaden
    “When your trust has been betrayed, the only thing to do is live, learn and let go. Otherwise the betrayal done by another will turn into hate for them. But they will not feel this hate, it will only hurt you more, growing bigger and darker. So, live, learn and let go. By living, it means they did not hurt you so deep that you can not move forward. Learn, learn to not trust this person again, and to make more of a sound judgement in the future. Letting go doesn’t mean forgetting. It means that you have let go of the pain it caused. And by not forgetting, you will learn and move forward from the betrayal of the past.”
    S.L. Vaden

  • #7
    Joe L. Wheeler
    “There is something incredibly nostalgic and significant about the annual cascade of autumn leaves.”
    Joe L. Wheeler

  • #8
    Virginia Woolf
    “I enjoy the spring more than the autumn now. One does, I think, as one gets older.”
    Virginia Woolf, Jacob's Room

  • #9
    George Eliot
    “Is not this a true autumn day? Just the still melancholy that I love - that makes life and nature harmonise. The birds are consulting about 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 of earth and air, while they give us a scent that is a perfect anodyne to the restless spirit. 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."

    [Letter to Miss Lewis, Oct. 1, 1841]”
    George Eliot, George Eliot’s Life, as Related in her Letters and Journals

  • #10
    Shauna Niequist
    “Use what you have, use what the world gives you. Use the first day of fall: bright flame before winter's deadness; harvest; orange, gold, amber; cool nights and the smell of fire. Our tree-lined streets are set ablaze, our kitchens filled with the smells of nostalgia: apples bubbling into sauce, roasting squash, cinnamon, nutmeg, cider, warmth itself. The leaves as they spark into wild color just before they die are the world's oldest performance art, and everything we see is celebrating one last violently hued hurrah before the black and white silence of winter.”
    Shauna Niequist, Bittersweet: Thoughts on Change, Grace, and Learning the Hard Way

  • #11
    Ray Bradbury
    “He had never liked October. Ever since he had first lay in the autumn leaves before his grandmother's house many years ago and heard the wind and saw the empty trees. It had made him cry, without a reason. And a little of that sadness returned each year to him. It always went away with spring.

    But, it was a little different tonight. There was a feeling of autumn coming to last a million years.

    There would be no spring. ("The October Game")”
    Ray Bradbury, Long After Midnight

  • #12
    Sanober  Khan
    “Once in a while i am struck
    all over again... by just how blue
    the sky appears .. on wind-played
    autumn mornings, blue enough

    to bruise a heart.”
    Sanober Khan

  • #13
    Rainer Maria Rilke
    “Whoever has no house now, will never have one.
    Whoever is alone will stay alone,
    will sit, read, write long letters through the evening,
    and wander on the boulevards, up and down,
    restlessly, while dry leaves are blowing.”
    Reiner Maria Rilke

  • #14
    Elizabeth Gaskell
    “There was a filmy veil of soft dull mist obscuring, but not hiding, all objects, giving them a lilac hue, for the sun had not yet fully set; a robin was singing ... The leaves were more gorgeous than ever; the first touch of frost would lay them all low to the ground. Already one or two kept constantly floating down, amber and golden in the low slanting sun-rays.”
    Elizabeth Gaskell, North and South

  • #15
    Ernest Hemingway
    “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, A Moveable Feast

  • #16
    Henry David Thoreau
    “I would rather sit on a pumpkin, and have it all to myself, than be crowded on a velvet cushion.”
    Henry David Thoreau

  • #17
    Yoko Ono
    “Spring passes and one remembers one's innocence.
    Summer passes and one remembers one's exuberance.
    Autumn passes and one remembers one's reverence.
    Winter passes and one remembers one's perseverance.”
    Yoko Ono

  • #18
    J.R.R. Tolkien
    “He found himself wondering at times, especially in the autumn, about the wild lands, and strange visions of mountains that he had never seen came into his dreams.”
    J.R.R. Tolkien, The Fellowship of the Ring



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