Quotes About Autumn

Today was the first day when I could really tell that summer was over. The cold air sparkled and the maple leaves were rotting, putting forth their lovely reek, like dead pancakes.

I love autumn. It's so much richer than spring.

Mixing in some rusty oranges is a warm way to update your place for fall.

In spring they lie flat at the first warmth, they ruin my summer and in autumn they smell of women.

As a child I always steered clear of science fiction, but in the autumn of 1977, the bow-wave of publicity for the first 'Star Wars' movie had already reached me, so I was eager for anything science-fictional.

October, tuck tiny candy bars in my pockets and carve my smile into a thousand pumpkins.... Merry October!

You are like an autumn cloud, Bhoorisravas, full of thunder but never bringing rain.

All day Ben had felt surrounded by signs too secret to interpret: the dance of decaying leaves in the air, the long shadows where the autumn chill lurked like winter biding its time, a sun which looked swollen with blood as the mist dragged it down beyond the unconvincing cut-out shapes the houses had become.

All flesh is one: what matter scores; Or color of the suit Or if the helmet glints with blue or gold? All is one bold achievement, All is fine spring-found-again-in-autumn day When juices run in antelopes along our blood, And green our flag, forever green

It was one of those autumn mornings which are devoid of melancholy, when the weather seems to be cleaning its house. A broom of wind sent the clouds above flying briskly and kept the fallen leaves scudding along the pavements, the trees looked as if they were being stripped to let the rains get at them better.

Autumn is as joyful and sweet as an untimely end.

I feel as dry and empty as an autumn puffball— I feel as though the wind could blow my fur away.

She opened her purse which was like a small autumn field and near the fallen branches of an old apple tree, she found her keys.

As a man passes into middle life, or beyond it, autumn, it has been said, whispers more to his soul than any other season of the natural year. It is not difficult to see why this should be.

Pumpkin spice lattes are egg nog for morning people.

Oh, good gigantic smile o' the brown old earth, This autumn morning! How he sets his bones To bask i' the sun, and thrusts out knees and feet. From the ripple to run over in its mirth

The music of the far-away summer flutters around the Autumn seeking its former nest.

On the motionless branches of some trees, autumn berries hung like clusters of coral beads, as in those fabled orchards where the fruits were jewels . . .

Delicious autumn! My very soul is wedded to it.

I notice that Autumn is more the season of the soul than of nature.

The best kiss in nature is not between Romeo and Juliet, but it is between a dying autumn leaf and a shiny water drop!

Autumn is the mellower season, and what we lose in flowers we more than gain in fruits.

Around and around the house the leaves fall thick, but never fast, for they come circling down with a dead lightness that is sombre and slow.

Once in a while i am struckall over again... by just how blue the sky appears .. on wind-played autumn mornings, blue enoughto bruise a heart.