“The old church tower and garden wall Are black with autumn rain And dreary winds foreboding call The darkness down again.”

Hereafter she is only my sister in name; not because I disown her, but because she has disowned me.

I despise him for himself, and hate him for the memories he revives!

I gave him my heart, and he took and pinched it to death; and flung it back to me.

Worthless as wither’d weeds.

You know, I’ve had a bitter, hard life since I last heard your voice and if I’ve survived it’s all because of you.

There is not room for Death, Nor atom that his might could render void: Thou – Thou art Being and Breath, And what Thou art may never be destroyed.

They forgot everything the minute they were together again.

He might as well plant an oak in a flowerpot, and expect it to thrive, as imagine he can restore her to vigour in the soil of his shallow cares!

If he loved with all the powers of his puny being, he couldn’t love as much in eighty years as I could in a day.

Honest people don’t hide their deeds.

Proud people breed sad sorrows for themselves.

I’m wearying to escape into that glorious world, and to be always there; not seeing it dimly through tears, and yearning for it through the walls of an aching heart; but really with it, and in it.

He was attached by ties stronger than reason could break — chains, forged by habit, which it would be cruel to attempt to loosen.

I have to remind myself to breathe — almost to remind my heart to beat!

Thoughts are tyrants that return again and again to torment us.

Shall Earth no more inspire thee, Thou lonely dreamer now?

Dancing of the autumn leaves on the surface of a lake is a dream we see when we are awake!

In autumn, don’t go to jewellers to see gold; go to the parks!

The most beautiful carpet is the carpet made of autumn leaves!

And when life seems grey, wrap yourself in the mercy of autumn.

He killed her autumn with his cherry blossom smile.

Autumn can be glorious but menacing too – the long shadows, brisk winds, scurrying leaves, impending frost.

The autumn breeze carves out an ache in your memory.

Let love cover me, just like the leaves on pavements like blankets in fall.