Quotes from Terri Guillemets

Spirit can walk, spirit can swim, spirit can climb, spirit can crawl. There is no terrain you cannot overcome.

If it's worth getting upset over, then go ahead, but is it really?

shorter days seem a little ominous shadows are becoming autumn'ish

Autumn breathes in golden sunshine and breathes out a frosty chill.

Autumn is Spring turned antique.

in the wheel of Earth's years we watch as Autumn's clock tick-tocks in tiny goldenrod September petal'd seconds frosty trees bleed scarlet hours through veins of October leaves amber minutes wither and fall drifting in November's breeze and the silent strike of midwinter turns December's snowflake gears

The edge of autumn frosts with winter's chilled breath.

Autumn leaves blaze their swan song of colors and wait for Winter to wipe the slate clean.

...autumn winds shaking color from the trees...

Autumn leaves Poets breathless

Autumn thanks the sun with an abundant harvest.

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

Fall, temperatures, fall, fall! Let the weather mellow and the year drift into peacefulness.

Autumn will come whether or not you enjoyed summer.

Early autumn's peaceful slant of morning light — the first soul calm since late spring's farewell breezes.

Leaves, questioned by winter, fall.

In the desert, the slow quiet entrance of autumn is like breathing a sigh of relief — exhaling all the hot, stifling air built up over summer.

We want it to stay, but autumn always leaves. Beautifully.

If you feel beautiful, then you are. Even if you don't, you still are.

If beer tastes too much of cheer, well then it borders on porter.

Beer is liquid frivolity...

Beer lays a comforting veil of mirth between reality and me.

After a few beers, my verbs stumble and my nouns can no longer talk straight. O! yes after a few good beers nouns blunder and verbs fall flat on their faces.

Belief stains darker, imprints deeper than truth.