Quotes About Autumn

And in the night, when my coughing was dry and tough, feet padded into the room, hands repinned the flannel, readjusted the quilt, and rested a moment on my forehead. So when I think of autumn, I think of somebody with hands who does not want me to die.

That night the first frost of autumn struck Tucker's Grove. It crept up from the ground, snaring the fragile roots of plants. It emerged from the air, etching its signature on window-panes. A portent. The year was nearing its end. Things would die soon.

When in the garden enjoy every moment, Every moment of every day. Spring passes into summer, summer into autumn, And the flowers of henna Shall wither away.

spiced apple cider and donuts,

All at once, it seemed, the leaves of cottonwood trees around the cabin turned golden and whispered to themselves, then curled into black flutes and floated to the ground in crispy, lacy heaps.

Ella no le contestó. Yo la veía con su largo abrigo oscuro, su eterno sombrero, apoyada en apoyada en el hombro de la madre, inclinándose hasta tocar con su cabeza la blanca cabeza y tuve la sensación de encontrarme ante una de aquellas últimas hojas de otoño, muertas en el árbol antes de que el viento las arrastrase.

Her soul was a fifth season, of richer hue than autumn, bursting with more life than spring, hidden away, ready to transform the world with such glory as it had never seen.

Bittersweet October. The mellow, messy, leaf-kicking, perfect pause between the opposing miseries of summer and winter.

Day dawns, a fine autumn morning, the kind to make a man happy to be alive. And probably the man would have been happier to be alive. He is in fact dead.

Eating chocolate doesn't hurt other people. It doesn't destroy lives. If that's all he can pin on you, Autumn, then I'd say he was clutching at straws. All that chocolate is to any of us is a bit of comfort in a harsh world.

Behold, in yon stripped Autumn, shivering gray, Earth knows no desolation, She smells regeneration In the moist breath of decay.

It was a time for warm embraces, for smiles, for toasts and reconciliations, for renewing old friendships and making new ones, for laughter and kisses. It was a good time, a golden autumn, a time of peace and plenty. But winter was coming.

Up in the hills we say that autumn kisses you, but winter fucks you hard.

Winter storms are worse, but autumn's are more frequent.

I loved a maid as red as autumn [...] with sunset in her hair.

I guess I'm just feeling Septemberish," sighed Chester. "It's getting towards autumn now. And it's so pretty up in Connecticut. All the trees change color. The days get very clear?with a little smoke on the horizon from burning leaves. Pumpkins begin to come out.

Even during the nights, their nights punctuated by unending kisses, they were sometimes irritated by the carillon, which sounded every quarter of an hour from the top of the belfry opposite. A slow, indistinct jingling which seemed to come from far, far away, from the depths of childhood, from the depths of the ages. It was like a dead bouquet falling, an autumn of sound shedding its leaves over the town. ("The Dead Town")

The gold and scarlet leaves that littered the countryside in great drifts whispered and chuckled among themselves, or took experimental runs from place to place, rolling like coloured hoops among the trees. It was as if they were practising something, preparing for something, and they would discuss it excitedly in rustly voices as they crowded round the tree trunks.

Perpetually shrouded in a dense, clammy fog, Cardington was a depressing place, and the only really contented mortal there that chill November was the resident observer, who used to ascend to 2000 feet every morning in a balloon, and spend the day sitting happily with a book in the autumn sunshine.

Climb the mountains and get their good tidings: Nature's peace will flow into you as sunshine into flowers, the winds will blow their freshness into you, and the storms, their energy and cares will drop off like autumn leaves.

Autumn arrives in the early morning, but spring at the close of a winter's day.

Autumn is the bite of a harvest apple.

Tek jesen je pokazala kako su plitkog korena i kratkog veka bile moje obmane. I ne samo jesen. Jelene je nestalo iz svih mojih godišnjih doba.

I always thought October was a kind old Love-light.