| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| 3667543 | I went up on the hill and walked about until twilight had deepened into an autumn night with a benediction of starry quietude over it. I was alone but not lonely. I was a queen in halls of fancy. | solitude pretty-prose romanticism quietness introversion quiet | L.M. Montgomery | |
| 3009542 | He'd grown unused to woods like this. He'd become accustomed to the Northwest, evergreen and shaded dark. Here he was surrounded by soft leaves, not needles; leaves that carried their deaths secretly inside them, that already heard the whispers of Autumn. Roots and branches that knew things. | pretty-prose swooning-over-sentences leaves woods trees autumn | Michael Montoure |