Autumn Quotes
In the entire circle of the year there are no days so delightful as those of a fine October.
I prefer winter and fall, when you feel the bone structure of the landscape. Something waits beneath it; the whole story doesn't show.
As long as autumn lasts, I shall not have hands, canvas and colors enough to paint the beautiful things I see.
When autumn comes, it doesn't ask. It just walks in, where it left you last. And you never know, when it starts; until there's fog inside the glass around your summer heart.
The one red leaf, the last of its clan, That dances as often as dance it can, Hanging so light, and hanging so high, On the topmost twig that looks up at the sky.
It was a beautiful bright autumn day, with air like cider and a sky so blue you could drown in it.
Since sorrow follows joy As autumn does the spring Man must transcend the joys Of earth, which sorrows bring.
The autumn always gets me badly, as it breaks into colours. I want to go south, where there is no autumn, where the cold doesn't crouch over one like a snow-leopard waiting to pounce.
August rain: the best of the summer gone, and the new fall not yet born. The odd uneven time.
The best kiss in nature is not between Romeo and Juliet, but it is between a dying autumn leaf and a shiny water drop!
There is a harmony in autumn, and a luster in its sky, which through the summer is not heard or seen, as if it could not be, as if it had not been!
Love is a flower that grows in any soil, works its sweet miracles undaunted by autumn frost or winter snow, blooming fair and fragrant all the year, and blessing those who give and those who receive.
It was like autumn, looking at her. it was like driving up north to see the colors.
It is only the farmer who faithfully plants seeds in the Spring, who reaps a harvest in the Autumn.
The leaves fall patiently Nothing remembers or grieves The river takes to the sea The yellow drift of leaves.
Autumn that year painted the countryside in vivid shades of scarlet, saffron and russet, and the days were clear and crisp under harvest skies.
Sad that our finest aspiration, Our freshest dreams and meditations, In swift succession should decay, Like Autumn leaves that rot away.
Just imagine, a cow on the balcony of the nation, what an awful thing, what a shitty country.
I cannot endure to waste anything as precious as autumn sunshine by staying in the house. So I spend almost all the daylight hours in the open air.
Only in Heaven will everything be as beautiful as spring, as pleasant as autumn, and as full of love as summer.
Autumn burned brightly, a running flame through the mountains, a torch flung to the trees.
Behold the grapes and all the fruits that Autumn gives today, As robed in red and gold, she rules, the Empress of Decay!
Looking about I see no cherry blossoms And no crimson leaves A straw-thatched hut by a bay In the autumn dusk.
Men have been swindled by other men on many occasions. The autumn of 1929 was, perhaps, the first occasion when men succeeded on a large scale in swindling themselves.
The sweltering summer of the Negro's legitimate discontent will not pass until there is an invigorating autumn of freedom and equality.
Don't you love New York in the fall? It makes me want to buy school supplies. I would send you a bouquet of newly sharpened pencils if I knew your name and address.
There are having flowers in Spring, breezes in Summer, moon in Autumn, snows in Winter. If there is nothing worrying over you, it will be the best seasons at all times.
He types his labored column - weary drudge! Senile fudge and solemn: spare, editor, to condemn these dry leaves of his autumn.
O, it sets my heart a clickin' like the tickin' of a clock, when the frost is on the punkin and the fodder's in the shock.
The once red leaf, the last of its clan, that dances as often as dance it can.
Nothing is more fleeting than external form, which withers and alters like the flowers of the field at the appearance of autumn.
Spring is strictly sentimental, self-regarding; but I burn more careless in the autumn bonfire.
Change is a measure of time and, in the autumn, time seems speeded up. What was is not and never again will be; what is is change.
There is something in the autumn that is native to my blood- Touch of manner, hint of mood; And my heart is like a rhyme, With the yellow and the purple and the crimson keeping time.
