I Cannot Endure to Waste Anything So Precious as Autumnal Sunshine 


Autumn in the Woods II by Mihaela Limberea www.limberea.com



I cannot endure to waste anything so precious as autumnal sunshine by staying in the house.


Nathaniel Hawthorne


Autumn Colours by Mihaela Limberea



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.


George Eliot


Autumn in the Woods by Mihaela Limberea www.limberea.com



At no other time (than autumn) does the earth let itself be inhaled in one smell, the ripe earth; in a smell that is in no way inferior to the smell of the sea, bitter where it borders on taste, and more honey-sweet where you feel it touching the first sounds. Containing depth within itself, darkness, something of the grave almost.


Rainer Maria Rilke


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