Asters Quotes

• The aster greets us as we pass With her faint smile.

  Sarah Helen Whitman

  Sarah Helen Whitman (1853). “Hours of Life: And Other Poems”, p.147

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• I end not far from my going forth By picking the faded blue Of the last remaining aster flower To carry again to you.

  Robert Frost

  Flower, Blue, Lasts

  Robert Frost (2015). “The Road Not Taken and Other Poems: (Penguin Classics Deluxe Edition)”, p.18, Penguin

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• The lands are lit with all the autumn blaze of golden-rod, and everywhere the purple asters nod and bend and wave and flit.

  Helen Hunt

  Autumn, Land, Purple

  H.H. (Helen Hunt) (1887). “Helen Jackson's Poems”

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• The windflower and the violet, they perished long ago,
  And the brier-rose and the orchis died amid the summer glow;
  But on the hills the golden-rod, and the aster in the wood,
  And the yellow sunflower by the brook, in autumn beauty stood,
  Till fell the first from the clear cold heaven, as falls the plague on men,
  And the brightness of their smile was gone, from upland glade and glen.

  William C. Bryant

  Summer, Fall, Autumn

  William Cullen Bryant, “The Death Of The Flowers”

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• Along the river's summer walk,
  The withered tufts of asters nod;
  And trembles on its arid stalk
  the hoar plum of the golden-rod.

  John Greenleaf Whittier

  Summer, Journey, July

  John Greenleaf Whittier (1873). “The Complete Poetical Works of John Greenleaf Whittier”, p.208

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• The scarlet of the maples can shake me like a cry
  Of bugles going by.
  And my lonely spirit thrills
  To see the frosty asters like a smoke upon the hills.

  Bliss Carman

  Lonely, Autumn, Spirit

  Bliss Carman (1931). “Bliss Carman's Poems”, McClelland & Stewart

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• My life's long radiant Summer halts at last, And lo! beside my path way I behold Pursuing Autumn glide: nor frost nor cold Has heralded her presence; but a vast Sweet calm that comes not till the year has passed Its fevered solstice, and a tinge of gold Subdues the vivid colouring of bold And passion-hued emotions. I will cast My August days behind me with my May, Nor strive to drag them into Autumn's place, Nor swear I hope when I do but remember. Now violet and rose have had their day, I'll pluck the soberer asters with good grace And call September nothing but September.

  Ella Wheeler Wilcox

  Summer, Sweet, Passion

  Ella Wheeler Wilcox (2016). “Complete Poetical Works of Ella Wheeler Wilcox (Delphi Classics)”, p.1135, Delphi Classics

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• The aster has not wasted spring and summer because it has not blossomed. It has been all the time preparing for what is to follow, and in autumn it is the glory of the field, and only the frost lays it low. So there are many people who must live forty or fifty years, and have the crude sap of their natural dispositions changed and sweetened before the blossoming time can come; but their lives have not been wasted.

  Henry Ward Beecher

  Summer, Spring, Autumn

  Henry Ward Beecher (1858). “Life Thoughts”, p.73

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• I held a blue flower in my hand, probably a wild aster, wondering what its name was, and then thought that human names for natural things are superfluous. Nature herself does not name them. The important thing is to know this flower, look at its color until the blends becomes as real as a keynote of music. Look at the exquisite yellow flowerettes at the center, become very small with them. Be the flower, be the trees, the blowing grasses. Fly with the birds, jump with a squirrel!

  Sally Carrighar

  Real, Flower, Names

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• I wish, and I wish that the spring would go faster,
  Nor long summer bide so late;
  And I could grow on like the foxglove and aster,
  For some things are ill to wait.

  Jean Ingelow

  Summer, Spring, Long

  Jean Ingelow (1874). “The Poetical Works of Jean Ingelow”, p.57

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• September is a sweep of dusky, purple asters, a sumac branch swinging a fringe of scarlet leaves, and the bittersweet scene of wild grapes when I walk down the lane to the mailbox. September is a golden month of mellow sunlight and still clear days. ... Small creatures in the grass, as if realizing their days are numbered, cram the night air with sound. Everywhere goldenrod is full out.

  Jean Hersey

  Night, Air, Purple

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• I know the lands are lit, with all the autumn blaze of Goldenrod.

  Helen Hunt Jackson

  Fall, Autumn, Land

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• My heart is a garden tired with autumn,
  Heaped with bending asters and dahlias heavy and dark,
  In the hazy sunshine, the garden remembers April,
  The drench of rains and a snow-drop quick and clear as a spark;
  Daffodils blowing in the cold wind of morning,
  And golden tulips, goblets holding the rain -
  The garden will be hushed with snow, forgotten soon, forgotten -
  After the stillness, will spring come again?

  Sara Teasdale

  Morning, Spring, Rain

  Sara Teasdale, “The Garden”

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• The word "dis-aster," in fact, means "bad star."

  Kenneth Franklin

  Stars, Mean, Science

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• In the evening, I walked alone down to the Lake by the side of Crow Park after sunset and saw the solemn coloring of night draw on, the last gleam of sunshine fading away on the hilltops, the seep serene of the asters, and the long shadows of the mountains thrown across them, till they nearly touched the hithermost shore. At distance hear the murmur of many waterfalls not audible in the day-time. Wished for the moon, but she was dark to me and silent, hid in her vacant interlunar cave.

  Thomas Gray

  Distance, Sunset, Dark

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• Wrapped in his sad-colored cloak, the Day, like a Puritan, standeth
  Stern in the joyless fields, rebuking the lingering color,--
  Dying hectic of leaves and the chilly blue of the asters,--
  Hearing, perchance, the croak of a crow on the desolate tree-top.

  Bayard Taylor

  Blue, Color, Tree

  Bayard Taylor (1875). “Home Pastorals, Ballads and Lyrics”, p.33

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• Leonard Aster thanked Fighting Prawn and the Mollusk tribe for their hospitality. “You mean,” said Fighting Prawn, “for not killing you?” “Yes,” said Leonard. “It was very gracious of you.” “Do you,” said Leonard, “I mean, does you tribe, shake hands?” “No,” said Fighting Prawn. “We kiss on the lips.” “Oh,” said Leonard, looking very alarmed.

  Dave Barry

  Mean, Fighting, Kissing

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• When Jo's conservative sister Meg says she must turn up her hair now that she is a "young lady," Jo shouts, "I'm not! and if turning up my hair makes me one, I'll wear it in two tails till I'm twenty.... I hate to think I've got to grow up, and be Miss March, and wear long gowns, and look as prim as a China aster! It's bad enough to be a girl anyway, when I like boys' games and work and manners! I can't get over my disappointment in not being a boy; and it's worse than ever now, for I'm dying to go and fight with Papa, and I can only stay at home and knit, like a poky old woman.

  Louisa May Alcott

  Girl, Disappointment, Growing Up

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• His aster-blue eyes shown out from a face blackened by bruises and soot, his fair hair glittering in the firelight. Dressed all in black, silhouetted against flame, he looked rather like a demon, raised from the dead, trading for souls on the other side.

  Cinda Williams Chima

  Eye, Hair, Blue

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