Autumn Quotes

Through the dripping weeks that follow One another slow, and soak Summer's extinguished fire and autumn's drifting smoke.

Let whoever wants to, relax in the south, And bask in the garden of paradise. Here is the essence of north—and it's autumn I've chosen as this year's friend.

Autumn is a hint from God to Old Age.

Everyone goes through their winters and springs, and their summers and autumns.

Autumn is really the best of the seasons; and I'm not sure that old age isn't the best part of life.

Autumn is really the best of the seasons

Truly, Autumn is my season,” the scarlet beast chorted. “Spring and Summer and Winter all begin with such late letters! But Autumn and Fall, I have loved best, because they are best to love.

Now is the autumn of our ennui.

Now it is autumn and the falling fruit and the long journey towards oblivion. The apples falling like great drops of dew to bruise themselves an exit from themselves.

I don't think people realizemilie-autumn-devils-carnivale that, once you turn your director's cut in, it's no longer yours.

It's autumn in New York. The colors are changing — yellow, the browns, the greens, the oranges. And that's just the tap water.

Autumn in my garden is when trees give their tickertape welcome to winter.

Autumn to winter, winter into spring, Spring into summer, summer into fall,-- So rolls the changing year, and so we change; Motion so swift, we know not that we move.

In the autumn of 1970 I had a job singing in the school system, playing my guitar in classrooms.

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The spirit of the year, like bacchant crowned, With lighted torch goes careless on his way; And soon bursts into flame the maple's spray, And vines are running fire along the ground.

Then came October, full of merry glee.

Fade, flowers, fade! Nature will have it so; 'tis but what we in our autumn do.

When men once reach their autumn, sickly joys fall off apace, as yellow leaves from trees

Why should I wake when I'm half past dead?

"It is typical of Oxford," I said, "to start the new year in autumn."

A single leaf falling autumn is everywhere.

Here will I live in the rainy season, here in the autumn and in the summer: thus muses the fool. He realizes not the danger (of death).

Autumn resumes the land, ruffles the woods with smoky wings, entangles them.

Kings are falling like leaves this autumn.

I love Toronto's long autumns, warm with windy swirls of golden spores, redolent with giant, sun-roasted leaves flapping up and down the streets, and horrible winter always seeming far, far off!

For anyone who lives in the oak-and-maple area of New England, there is a perennial temptation to plunge into a purple sea of adjectives about October.

Autumn finally arrived. And when it did, I came to a decision. Something had to give: I couldn't keep on living like this.

Summer passes into autumn in some unimaginable point of time, like the turning of a leaf.

In warlike pomp, with banners flowing, The regiments of autumn stood: I saw their gold and scarlet glowing From every hillside, every wood.

The vine that has been made to bear fruit in the spring, withers and dies before autumn.

Autumn ripens in the summer's ray.

Behold congenial Autumn comes, the Sabbath of the Year.

In this autumn of 1919, in which I write, we are at the dead season of our fortunes.

An eight-mile drive over rain-washed Irish roads in the quick-falling dusk of autumn is an experience trying to the patience, even to the temper, of the average Saxon.

The Summer had died peacefully in its sleep, and Autumn, as soft-spoken executrix, was locking life up safely until Spring came to claim it.

Eventually I realize that I am holding on to him just as tightly as he holds on to me. And here we are: two small dying things, as the world ends around us like falling autumn leaves.

In autumn, when the leaves are brown, Take pen and ink, and write it down.

The measured blood beats out the year's delay.

A human heart can never grow old if it takes a lively interest in the pairing of birds, the reproduction of flowers, and the changing tints of autumn leaves.

In the ancient city of London, on a certain autumn day in the second quarter of the sixteenth century, a boy was born to a poor family of the name of Canty, who did not want him.

Here and there on the branch of an oak a congress of leaves still clung, rigid as flakes of bronze.

Autumn is full of leave-taking.

Sadly, I part from you; Like a clam torn from its shell, I go, and autumn too.

In autumn, don't go to jewellers to see gold; go to the parks!

Autumn is an honest month; it does not delude man like spring does! It shows him the dark face of life, the tragedy, the rot, the separation, the sadness!

Every leaf knows that time is very short. All life must be lived before the autumn comes!

A lonely Autumn leaf on the road by sticking to another one becomes more resistant to harsh winds. Unity is the midwife of security!

Always find a time to sit on a humid autumn bench to feed the poor birds or to think the dying leaves!

No lake is beautiful without the sky, without the mist or without the trees and the autumn leaves! No beauty is beautiful in itself!