Quotes About Autumn

In autumn velvety shawls of maroon and sienna drape hillsides that fold down upon willow-braided streams.

All autumn, the chafe and jar of nuclear war; we have talked our extinction to death. I swim like a minnow behind my studio window.

Autumn nights are the most fickle: good and bad weather All in five days, and more than that in a month.

Growing moon. Angry cat. Feather on the wind. Autumn comes. The grass dies.

I remember it as October days are always remembered, cloudless, maple-flavored, golden and so clean it quivers.

Long has paled that sunny sky: Echoes fade and memories die: Autumn frosts have slain July. Still she haunts me, phantomwise, Alice moving under skies Never seen by waking eyes.

In summer, when the days are long, Perhaps you'll understand the song: In Autumn, when the leaves are brown, Take pen and ink, and write it down.

A boat beneath a sunny sky, lingering onward dreamily in an evening of july - [...] long has paled that sunny sky: echoes fade and memories die. autumn frosts have slain july. [...] ever drifting down the stream - lingering in the golden gleam - life, what is it but a dream?

I'm sure the woods look sleepy in the autumn, when the leaves are getting brown.

In Winter, when the fields are white, I sing this song for your delight. In Spring, when the woods are getting green, I'll try and tell you what i mean. In Summer, when the days are long, perhaps you'll understand the song. In Autumn, when the leaves are brown, take pen and ink, and write it down.

MIDNIGHT SONG OF WU In Chang'an city is the disk of the moon, The sound of pounding clothes in ten thousand households. The autumn wind is blowing without cease, All the time I think of Yuguan pass. When will we pacify the pillaging Hu, So my husband can end his long journey?

MARBLE STEPS COMPLAINT White dew grows on the marble steps, And in the long night, soaks into my stockings. But now I let the crystal curtain down, And gaze through it at the autumn moon.

The fall air pokes Konrad like the needles of evergreens. He feels snappish and half wild.

Melancholy is kind of sweet sometimes, I think. It's not a negative thing. It's not a mean thing. It's just something that happens in life, like autumn.

Sunlight is like the breath of life to the pomp of autumn.

Time remorselessly rambles down the corridors and streets of our lives. but it is not until autumn that most of us become aware that our tickets are stamped with a terminal destination.

There is something incredibly nostalgic and significant about the annual cascade of autumn leaves.

Out in the country, autumn was busy daubing the woods in orange and yellow. Rooks and gulls argued over newly ploughed fields. Behind veils of little cobwebs, the hedgerows blushed with berries.

Autumn carries more gold in its pocket than all the other seasons.

Thank you leaf blowers, for making me look like the world's lamest Ghostbuster. I ain't afraid of no leaves.

The weather has changed completely in the last week. Last Saturday was mild and sunny, autumn looking reluctantly back over its shoulder towards summer. Today it was wet and blustery, autumn barrelling forward impatiently into winter.

October is a time to take stock of our deepest held beliefs.

I like autumn. The drama of it; the golden lion roaring through the back door of the year, shaking its mane of leaves. A dangerous time; of violent rages and deceptive calm, of fireworks in the pockets and conkers in the fist.

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.