Quotes About Autumn

He must have been like a thin brown skeleton autumn leaf dancing eternally before the wind; but in truth it was he that was the wind.

Tedni so neznansko hitro minevali, kakor da bi bil prehod v jesen najpomembnejša naloga.

The oaks were a mellow orange, the maples a blazing red, the birches a creamy yellow, and then ippy air between them was suffused with the golden light of late afternoon. It bit gently, with a promise of winter and the icy teeth to come.

Autumn wins you best by this its mute Appeal to sympathy for its decay.

For us old-age pensioners, autumn is on the whole a dangerous season. He who knows how difficult it is for us to achieve any stability at all, how difficult it is to avoid distraction or destruction by one's own hand, will understant tha autumn, its winds, disturbances, and atmospheric confusions, does not favour our existence, which is precarious anyway.

Sometimes I ask myself how autumn smells? My answer: it's the smell of the autumn leaves firework and red wine.

It is Autumn, as you know, and things are beginning to die. It is so wonderful to be out in the crisp Fall air, with the leaves turning gold and the grass turning brown and the warmth going out of the sunlight and big hot fires in the fireplace while Buddy rakes the lawn. We see a lot of bombs on TV because we watch it a lot more, now that the days get shorter and shorter, and darkness comes so soon, and all the flowers die from freezing.

There is a part of me that will forever want to be walking under autumn leaves, carrying a briefcase containing the works of Shakespeare and Yeats and a portable chess set. I will pass an old tree under which once on a summer night I lay on the grass with a fragrant young woman and we quoted e.e. cummings back and forth.

Autumn rains drumming overhead, they had squatted in a half-circle, facing north, and watched as seven robed and hooded figures approached.

Absi Kire. Autumn Promise.

Leaves skirled past, clattering like tiny bones.

People demanded of those who were suffering their way through the German autumn that they should learn from their misfortune. No one thought that hunger is a very bad teacher

People demanded of those who were suffering their way through the German autumn that they should learn from their misfortune. No one thought that hi her is a very bad teacher

Evolutionary biologists have long pondered the phenomenon of the changing colours of autumn leaves. It's possible that the red pigments are manufactured in the leaf as a side-effect of something else that's happening at this time.

Draw me October on the window with rain.

Autumn is hereand I am in love.My heart has taken residence in my mind.I pick the crisp ochre leaves and put them in my pocket.I am in love.

ÄŒEŽNJA DogaÄ'a se to u jesenjoj no?i kada pada kestenje po asfaltu i kada se ?uju psi u daljini, i kada se tako neopisivo javlja ?ežnja za nekim tko bi bio dobar, naÅ¡, bliz, intiman, drug, i kome bi mogli da piÅ¡emo pismo. Ispovjedili bismo mu sve Å¡to leži na nama. Pismo bi mu pisali, a njega nema.­ ­

By now, the morning sun was just over the horizon and it came at me like a sidearm pitch between the houses of my old neighborhood. I shielded my eyes. This being early October, there were already piles of leaves pushed against the curb—more leaves than I remembered from my autumns here—andless open space in the sky. I think what you notice most when you haven't been home in a while is how much the trees have grown around your memories.

Better the blue silence and the gray west, The autumn mist on the river, And not any hate and not any love, And not anything at all of the keen and the deep: Only the peace of a dog head on a barn floor, And the new corn shoveled in bushels And the pumpkins brought from the corn rows, Umber lights of the dark, Umber lanterns of the loam dark. Here a dog head dreams. Not any hate, not any love. Not anything but dreams. Brother of dusk and umber.

Days fell off the calendar like dead leaves

It was a magnificent day; the skies were electric blue, and a crystal breeze carried the cool scent of autumn and the sea.

The burden of grief she had carried with her to the hillside earlier was gone, vanquished by the storm of his loving. She'd left it amid the fallen leaves of autumn, beneath the scattering of winter snow that covered three graves. She'd buried it beneath the frozen ground that held prisoner the body of the baby boy she'd borne and buried by herself.

The birds will wing from the weather, While I stand, still as the harvest, With the sound of the fall in the air.

There is no stillness like the quiet of the first cold nights in the fall.