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There ought to be a way to combine “autumn” and “morning” into one word, the combination of the two is special enough to be its own entity. – Terri Guillemets

Other quotes by Terri Guillemets

The time just before dawn contains the most energy of all hours of the day. This has helped me become an early riser and an early doer…. When I wake to see that it’s light out already, I feel the world has started without me. – Terri Guillemets

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Morning
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I used to love night best but the older I get the more treasures and hope and joy I find in mornings. – Terri Guillemets

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Morning
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Autumn
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Catch a vista of maples in that long light and you see Autumn glowing through the leaves…. The promise of gold and crimson is there among the branches, though as yet it is achieved on only a stray branch, an impatient limb or an occasional small tree which has not yet learned to time its changes. – Hal Borland

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Autumn

The sun tires of summer and sighs itself into autumn. – Terri Guillemets

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Autumn

Winter dies into the spring, to be born again in the autumn. – Terri Guillemets

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Autumn
[O]n hill and valley and stream, is lain the spell of silence; and the deep stillness of the air is unbroken… – Elizabeth J. Eames, “An Autumn Reverie,” October 1840

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Autumn

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Learning is its own exceeding great reward. – William Hazlitt

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I have maintained a passionate interest in education, which leads me occasionally to make foolish and ill-considered remarks alleging that not everything is well in our schools. – Philip Pullman

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Poetry seems to sink into us the way prose doesnt. I can still quote verses I learned when I was very young, but I have trouble remembering one line of a novel I just finished reading. – Jack Prelutsky

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A poet is a nightingale, who sits in the darkness and sings to cheer its own solitude with sweet sounds. – Percy Bysshe Shelley

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