Quotes About Autumn

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.

Climb the mountains and get their good tidings. Nature's peace will flow into you as sunshine flows into trees. The winds will blow their own freshness into you, and the storms their energy, while cares will drop away from you like the leaves of Autumn.

Climb the mountains and get their good tidings. Nature's peace will flow into you as sunshine flows into trees. The winds will blow their own freshness into you, and the storms their energy, while cares will drop away from you like the leaves of Autumn.

A brief autumn stroll" (einen kleinen Herbstspaziergang) was what staffers in Sarajevo, singing the tune of jingoistic journalists and politicians throughout the Dual Monarchy, expected once the troops crossed into Serbia, a rosy assessment shared even by many well-placed functionaries in Vienna. "We'll be able to chase off the Serbs with a wet rag," promised Lt. Col. Purtscher, chief of the Balkan operations group on the General Staff.

September 15th. - This is the month of quiet days, crimson creepers, and blackberries; of mellow afternoons in the ripening garden; of tea under acacias instead of too shady beeches; of wood fires in the library in chilly evenings.

Verity: thirty seconds it lasted, green sunlight breaking the cloud on the horizon. Then the light winked out below the haze again and all three pilots were left blinded in the dull gloom of a showery autumn afternoon.

The wood smoke gave the whole place the scent of autumn

The north wind roaring down in October is cruel and cold and reminds you again — as the sea has a way of doing — that nature does not care for man. And somehow that makes the red and yellow leaves and the blue, deceptive noons all the sweeter and more precious because living is so dangerous and so short and can be so bitter.

viejo aeropuerto de Barajas a la ciudad en un día de otoño.

The fatigue I've gathered year after year and stored inside now heaves a muted cry of helplessness. Nothing but fatigue, rounding my shoulders, heavier than ever on this late autumn day with a useless sun, a world of unforgiving disasters. So many struggles and tragedies, so much sorrow and egotism in this dark, in this rotting century of hate.

Besides the autumn poets sing, A few prosaic days A little this side of the snow And that side of the haze... Grand me, O Lord, a sunny mind, Thy windy will to bear!

Fall, leaves, fall; die, flowers, away; Lengthen night and shorten day! Every leaf speaks bliss to me, Fluttering from the autumn tree...

The great bulk of treaties could wait a little without harm, and in the very few cases when urgent haste is necessary, an autumn session of Parliament could well be justified, for the occasion must be of grave and critical importance.

The autumn moon is half round above the Yo-mei Mountain; Its pale light falls in and flows with the water of the Ping-chiang River. Tonight I leave Ching-chi of the limpid stream for the Three Canyons, And I glide past Yu-chow, thinking of you whom I cannot see.

Sì, pensai, forse come nella canzone, questo autunno non tornerà mai più, per l'eternità, e questa notte, passando attraverso i rami secchi e nudi degli alberi, si allontanerà scomparendo nella distanza. E poi di nuovo, sconosciuto e implacabile, verrà l'inverno.

September' by Earth Wind & Fire and Y?min's 'Autumn Travels.

In Brussels the leaves had begun to fall, and a sudden wind blew them in gusts about the street. People felt the hidden chill of autumn in the air and wondered what would happen if the war were to last through the winter.

Few things can be pleasanter than riding a reliable broomstick through a moony autumn night. It is best of all when home is at the end of the journey.

Leaves are falling casualties.

I love slow cooker recipes - especially during the fall.

A ghost grew out of the shadowy air, And sat in the midst of her moony hair. In her gleamy hair she sat and wept; In the dreamful moon they lay and slept; The shadows above, and the bodies below, Lay and slept in the moonbeams slow. And she sang, like the moan of an autumn wind Over the stubble left behind.

Autumn is a melancholy and graceful andante, that prepares beautifully solemn adagio of winter

I'm not a bad guy. If only I could stop hoping. If only I could say to my heart: Give up. Be alone forever. There's always opera. There's angel-food cake and neighborhood children caroling, and the look of autumn leaves on a wet roof. But no. My heart's some kind of idiotic fishing bobber.