Best 8 quotes of Susan Lendroth on MyQuotes

Autumn flings her fiery cloak over the sumac, beech and oak.

Ever poised on that cusp between past and future, we tie memories to souvenirs like string to trees along life’s path, marking the trail in case we lose ourselves around a bend of tomorrow’s road.

Half is better than none unless it be of a wit.

I've never understood the desire for books with matched bindings. You don't go through life looking for sets of matched people, and books are just as individual.

Optimism is life with sprinkles on top.

To write is human, to get mail: Devine!

To write is human, to get mail, Divine!

To write is human, to receive a letter: Devine!