Quotes About Autumn

I am struck by the simplicity of light in the atmosphere in the autumn, as if the earth absorbed none, and out of this profusion of dazzling light came the autumnal tints.

The fields are fair in autumn yet, and the sun's still shining there, but we bow our heads and we brood and fret, because of the masks we wear, Or we nod and smile the social while, and we say we're doing well, But we break our herts! For the things we must not tell.

Damn, I was lonely that autumn. I wished for a girl I could hang out with. I never really did anything to meet girls, too shy, too fucked up. Autumn makes me think of women.

Autumn is the time when a good book is a better friend than your fellow panicked urban compressionist.

There he goes, in his long russet surtout, sweeping down yonder gravel-walk, beneath the trees, like a yellow leaf in autumn wafted along by a fitful gust of wind.

It is autumn; not without But within me is the cold. Youth and spring are all about; It is I that have grown old.

the extraordinary autumn weather that always comes as a surprise, when the sun hangs low and gives more heat than in spring, when everything shines so brightly in the rare clear atmosphere that the eyes smart, when the lungs are strengthened and refreshed by inhaling the aromatic autumn air, when even the nights are warm, and when in those dark warm nights, golden stars startle and delight us continually by falling from the sky.

It was a warm, rainy, autumnal day. The wide expanse that opened out before the heights on which the Russian batteries stood guarding the bridge, was at times veiled by a diaphanous curtain of slanting rain, and then, suddenly spread out in the sunlight, far-distant objects could be clearly seen glittering as though freshly varnished. Down

Si presero per mano e corsero giù per la collina. Le foglie secche si frantumavano sotto i piedi e loro cercarono i mucchi per calpestarle.

Temperee, riante, (comme le sont celles d'automne dans la tres gracieuse ville de Buenos Aires) resplendissait la matinee de ce 28 avril: dix heures venait de sonner aux horloges et, a cet instant, eveillee, gesticulant sous le soleil matinal, la Grande Capitale du Sud etait un epi d'hommes qui se disputaient a grands cris la possession du jour et de la terre.

A dream of springtide When the streets Are scattering Cherry blossoms. Tidings of autumn When the streets Are lined with lighted lanterns On both sides. Koji Ochi (seventeenth-century poet), inscribed on the Great Gate of

As the days grow short, some faces grow long. But not mine. Every autumn, when the wind turns cold and darkness comes early, I am suddenly happy. It's time to start making soup again.

I love autumn in New York City: The yellows, the browns, and the rust -- and that's just the drinking water.... Here in New York City, the leaves turn -- and run.

Fall is my favorite season in Los Angeles, watching the birds change color and fall from the trees.

The Mississippi Delta is not always dark with rain. Some autumn mornings, the sun rises over Moon Lake, or Eagle, or Choctaw, or Blue, or Roebuck, all the wide, deep waters of the state, and when it does, its dawn is as rosy with promise and hope as any other.

L'été est étincelant et bref. Il s'arrache au printemps en cinq jours, il s'épanouit en vingt, il se convulse en dix et c'est l'automne.

Chopin--Two embalmers at work upon a minor poetthe scent of tuberosesAutumn rain.

If you look around, complacency is the great disease of your autumn years, and I work hard to prevent that.

I think layering is key for fall along with a really colorful scarf to bring spiciness to the outfit.

A metaphor carries an idea from one area of thought to another. Furniture can have feminine legs; a flower is the day's eye (daisy); an error glares at you; drinks are soft; cash is hard; our lives have a spring and an autumn.

The trees at Tse Bonito Park were yellow, the roadsides were streaked with the purple of the last surviving October asters, and overhead the sky was the dark, blank blue.

Llegó el otoño con su espléndido cortejo de oros, malvas y rojos.

El otoño no sólo trajo consigo la variación cromática de la naturaleza. Se diría que Dios -que no era mal paisajista- se complaciera, cada nueva estación, en pintar las mismas cosas con distintos colores. También trajo la melancolía: una mezcla de paz y vaga tristeza. Alicia se felicitó de haber encontrado la definición exacta de su estado de ánimo: una tristeza sosegada.

It is autumn in Moomin Valley, for how else can spring come back again?