Autumn Quotes
Joy – in the fall, winter, and always in the mountains where people are few, wildlife is abundant and there is peace in the quiet.
If life is nothing more than a journey to death, autumn makes sense but spring does not.
As I drift through the autumn of my life like a fallen leaf blown about by the winds of time, I sometimes ponder my destiny.
Grief is always sudden as winter, no matter how long the autumn.
All seasons are beautifully filled with splendid wonders.
Summer is leaving silently. Much like a traveler approaching the end of an amazing journey.
Fall makes me think that if I fail horribly at this art thing, and then fail horribly with this writing thing, I'll go run a pumpkin patch.
I've deprived my family in order to buy books. No doubt there is a special punishment in hell for such self-indulgence. Perhaps I shall be struck with blindness among the rarest known to men.
The Harvester was the rustling of autumn leaves, there one minute, gone the next.
We will paste upon the curled pages wordsLike charming and romantic and sentimentalForgetting that charming is witchcraftRomantic is loveAnd sentiment is what makes us human
Stay I whisper to him. Stay in the car. Stay in this moment. But of course he never does.
Another day another life Passes by just like mine It's not complicated Another mind Another soul Another body to grow old It's not complicated
...every time I look at you autumn leaves come in between - does it matter they're the color of your hair - or they still fall in my memory?...
you make autumn misttaste like champagne and turn winter raininto the elixir of life itself.
She seemed a compound of the autumn leaves and the winter sunshine ...
The might of lifehonors thewaning sun of Autumn be-decking the landscapein a fancy blaze of tangerine.
Night, which in Autumn seems to fall from the sky so suddenly, chilled us...
Nothing in this universe is able to complete its travel on the road of infinity! Because the road is very very long, travellers eventually get tired and turn into autumn leaves!
Or maybe spring is the season of love and fall the season of mad lust. Spring for flirting but fall for the untamed delicious wild thing.
The dust was antique spice, burnt maple leaves, a prickling blue that teemed and sifted to earth. Swarming its own shadows, the dust filtered over the tents.
There is only one autumn in a year, but in people’s life, there are many autumns in one year!
Seen on a night in November How frail Above the bulk Of crashing water hangs, Autumn, evanescent, wan, The moon.
There is something so special in the early leaves drifting from the trees - as if we are all to be allowed a chance to peel, to refresh, to start again.
Love is like a season, it ebbs and it flows, sometimes we're like Summer, Fall and Winter, but it's Spring that I long to know.
I could feel the bite of the autumn air, warning us all of the harsh winter that was on its way.
We were letting go of October, relinquishing color, readying ourselves for streets lacquered with ice, the town closed like a walnut, locked inside the cold.
In the summer heat the reapers say, “We have seen her dancing with the autumn leaves, and we saw a drift of snow in her hair.
Sometimes I ask myself how autumn smells? My answer: it's the smell of the autumn leaves firework and red wine.
I can barely breathe but I think that his lips might be better than oxygen at the moment.
Mothman flew away from town, like a giant bat, and then disappeared from sight behind a thicket of skeletal autumn trees.
Change is coming, she whispered to the bugs bouncing off her window. You can’t escape it.
The leaves fall, the wind blows, and the farm country slowly changes from the summer cottons into its winter wools.
I was drinking in the surroundings: air so crisp you could snap it with your fingers and greens in every lush shade imaginable offset by autumnal flashes of red and yellow.
The goldenrod is yellow, The corn is turning brown...The trees in apple orchardsWith fruit are bending down.
I love autumn", Emily said to me. "It wins you over with its mute appeal to sympathy for its decay.
Let whoever wants to, relax in the south, And bask in the garden of paradise.Here is the essence of northand it's autumnI've chosen as this year's friend.
