Alice Hoffman Quotes

So when the blue smoke of brittle leaves was in the air and the wind blew the wet laundry stiff on the line I decided to come back home.

Deep in their roots, all flowers keep the light.

Have you seen the roses? There's a whole lot of colours.

Sunlight is painting.

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.

Where hast thou wandered, gentle gale, to find the perfumes thou dost bring?

Fall is my favorite season in Los Angeles, watching the birds change color and fall from the trees.

The February sunshine steeps your boughs and tints the buds and swells the leaves within.

In spring they lie flat at the first warmth, they ruin my summer and in autumn they smell of women.

I like sitting close to windows.

When I look at green trees on a sunny day, I don't know how to make an interesting picture of that.

Fall has always been my favorite season. The time when everything bursts with its last beauty, as if nature had been saving up all year for the grand finale.

The smell of moist earth and lilacs hung in the air like wisps of the past and hints of the future.

Books are carefully folded forests/void of autumn/bound from the sun

It was one of those days you sometimes get latish in the autumn when the sun beams, the birds toot, and there is a bracing tang in the air that sends the blood beetling briskly through the veins.

Dip a slice of bread in batter. That's September: yellow, gold, soft and sticky. Fry the bread. Now you have October: chewier, drier, streaked with browns. The day in question fell somewhere in the middle of the french toast process.

What airs outblown from ferny dells And clover-bloom and sweet brier smells.

Sunlight is like the breath of life to the pomp of autumn.

In New York and New England the sap starts up in the sugar maple the very day the bluebird arrives, and sugar-making begins forthwith. The bird is generally a mere disembodied voice; a rumor in the air for two or three days before it takes visible shape before you.

There is a harmony In autumn, and a luster in its sky...

It was one of those perfect fall days when the air is cool enough to wake you up but the sun is also kissing your face.

Even the air feels different on Halloween, autumn-crisp and bright.