Quotes About Autumn

It might be late September, but is was hot as the six shades of hell.

Even at the beginning of fall—which is only a date on the calendar in Texas;

He Looked and smelt like Autumn's very brother, his face being sunburnt to wheat-colour, his eyes blue as corn-flowers, his sleeves and leggings dyed with fruit-stains, his hands clammy with the sweet juice of apples, his hat sprinkled with pips, and everywhere about him the sweet atmosphere of cider which at its first return each season has such an indescribable fascination for those who have been born and bred among the orchards.

The spring came and calmed her; the summer came and soothed her; the autumn arrived, and she began to be comforted, for her little girl was strong and happy, growing in size and knowledge every day.

There was not a human soul near. Sad October and her saddest self seemed the only two existences haunting that lane.

I saw old Autumn in the misty morn Stand shadowless like silence, listening To silence, for no lonely bird would sing Into his hollow ear from woods forlorn, Nor lowly hedge nor solitary thorn; -- Shaking his languid locks all dewy bright With tangled gossamer that fell by night, Pearling his coronet of golden corn.

Brilliant, windy day—cold. It is fall. It is the kind of day in October that Pop used to talk about. I thought about my grandfather as I came up through the hollow, with the sun on the bare persimmon trees, and a song in my mouth. All songs are, as it were, one's last. I have been grateful for life.

Spring and Autumn Every season hath its pleasures; Spring may boast her flowery prime, Yet the vineyard's ruby treasures Brighten Autumn's sob'rer time.

I love this place; I love mountains and big skies and forests. And the weather is still supremely beautiful even though the lower peaks are powdered with fresh snow. But Heavens! What sun. It never has an ending. I am basking at this minute - half past four - too hot without a hat, & the sky is that transparent blue only to be seen in autumn - the forest trees steeped in light.

And I feel as I always do that Autumn is loveliest of all. There is such a sharpness with the sweetness—

He loved autumn; the way the leaves turned a panoply of colors before the trees let them go; the earthy aroma the breeze ferried across the fields; the crackle of frost, the clean taste in the air, the way the streets looked after the rain had come and gone.

He loved autumn; the way the leaves turned a panoply of colours before the trees let them go; the earthy aroma the breeze ferried across the fields; the crackle of frost, the clean taste in the air, the way the street looked after the rain had come and gone.

October proved a riot a riot to the senses and climaxed those giddy last weeks before Halloween.

I cannot write of things which even impassioned breath cannot utter. Autumn is coming with its days of gold, its days of reverie and of you—oh, such delightful hours that my heart burns within me at the anticipation.

River cottonwoods were so drunk with color the leaves hurt his eyes.

I shall die in Paris, in a rainstorm,On a day I already remember.I shall die in Paris—it does not bother me—Doubtless on a Thursday, like today, in autumn.

Mas el viento sopla eterno, él, que nunca guarda silencio, sobre campos oscuros y ya dorados por el otoño. Muestra varias imágenes oscuras y ligero susurra palabras tristes, oscuras.

In ein altes Stammbuch Immer wieder kehrst du Melancholie, O Sanftmut der einsamen Seele. Zu Ende glüht ein goldener Tag. Demutsvoll beugt sich dem Schmerz der Geduldige Tönend von Wohllaut und weichem Wahnsinn. Siehe! es dämmert schon. Wieder kehrt die Nacht und klagt ein Sterbliches Und es leidet ein anderes mit. Schaudernd unter herbstlichen Sternen Neigt sich jährlich tiefer das Haupt.

The summer passed, and autumn's blast Swept bleakly cold across the heather; The bright leaves browned, 'neath skies that frowned, Then whirled in circles to the ground, And strewed the paths we trod together.

a meadow which David had known before the coming of the motorway, where he had searched for mushrooms in previous autumns, in lost quiet golden hazes.

He had come into the autumn of his life: a man had his seasons, even as had the earth. Was the harvesting of autumn less important than the seeding of spring? Each without the other was meaningless.

I especially like your autumn trees, gracefully letting their leaves fall. That is how I would like to shed my own leaves in this autumn of life, easily and elegantly. Why be so attached to what we are bound to lose anyway? I suppose I mean youth, which has been so present in our conversations.

especially like your autumn trees, gracefully letting their leaves fall. That is how I would like to shed my own leaves in this autumn of life, easily and elegantly.

I especially like your autumn trees, gracefully letting their leaves fall. That is how I would like to shed my own leaves in this autumn of life, easily and elegantly. Why be so attached to what we are bound to lose anyway? I