“I loved a maid as red as autumn [...] with sunset in her hair.” — George R.R. Martin Copy Share Image
Books are carefully folded forests/void of autumn/bound from the sun — Saul Williams Copy Share Image
The world is tired, the year is old, The faded leaves are glad to die... — Sara Teasdale Copy Share Image
Women's words are as light as the doomed leaves whirling in autumn, Easily swept by the wind, easily drowned by the wave. — Ovid Copy Share Image
Que sigue pagando el otono con tanto dinero amarillo? What does autumn go on paying for with so much yellow money? — Pablo Neruda Copy Share Image
No shade, no shine, no butterflies, no bees, No fruits, no flowers, no leaves, no birds - November! — Thomas Hood Copy Share Image
It was autumn and falling stars Covered the shrivelled forms Crouched in the moonlight. — Wallace Stevens Copy Share Image
A human heart can never grow old if it takes a lively interest in the pairing of birds, the reproduction of flowers,… — Lydia M. Child Copy Share Image
“The faded glittering in his eyes is like a falling star on a dull autumn's day.” — Anna Paszkiewicz Copy Share Image
“When fall comes to town, lovers, letters, and leaves reunite on the sidewalks, broken, burnt, and brown.” — Akash Mandal Copy Share Image
Summer passes into autumn in some unimaginable point of time, like the turning of a leaf. — Henry David Thoreau Copy Share Image
“Oh, your sweet disposition and my wide-eyed gaze. We're singing in the car, getting lost Upstate. Autumn leaves falling down like pieces… — Taylor Swift Copy Share Image
This existence of ours is as transient as autumn clouds To watch the birth and death of beings is like looking at… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
In the other gardens And all up the vale, From the autumn bonfies See the smoke trail! Pleasant summer over And all… — Robert Louis Stevenson Copy Share Image
Rain Of Summer, Snow Of Winter, Grace Of Autumn, Glory Of Spring, May Beauty Of Every Season, Give Ur Heart A Beautiful… — Babloo Copy Share Image
“Finny never tells anyone how he is feeling; you just have to know him well enough to understand when he is sad… — Laura Nowlin Copy Share Image
My heart is drumming in my chest so hard it aches, but it's the good kind of ache, like the feeling you… — Lauren Oliver Copy Share Image
When you fall in love with a work of art, you’d die to meet the artist. I am a student of the… — Yasmin Mogahed Copy Share Image
my mother was taught the ch'an concept of happiness, which was to find satisfaction in small things. i was taught to appreciate… — Anchee Min Copy Share Image
But then to part! to part when Time Has wreathed his tireless wing with flowers, And spread the richness of a clime… — Benjamin Copy Share Image
As might be expected of creatures so heavenly in color, the disposition of bluebirds is particularly angelic. Gentleness and amiability are expressed… — Neltje Blanchan Copy Share Image
Seasons In The Sun Winter, Spring, Summer and Fall?. Surprises and joys?hidden in All?. A strange warmth, within the winter chills.. Oh,… — Sadie Copy Share Image
“Still In the fall, I believe again in poetry if nothing else it is a movement of the mind. Summers ball together… — Jaakko A. Ahokas Copy Share Image
And if there are no cars or planes, and if no one’s Uncle John is out in the wood lot west of… — Stephen King Copy Share Image
After the keen still days of September, the October sun filled the world with mellow warmth...The maple tree in front of the… — Elizabeth George Speare Copy Share Image
“ A Corymbus for Autumn How are the veins of thee, Autumn, laden? Umbered juices, And pulpèd oozes Pappy out of the… — Francis Thompson Copy Share Image
That country where it is always turning late in the year. That country where the hills are fog and the rivers are… — Ray Bradbury Copy Share Image
“Every Autumn now my thoughts return to snow. Snow is something I identify myself with. Like my father, I am a snow… — Charlie English Copy Share Image
“Everything in the garden is dying, that’s what time of year it is. The leaves blaze and desiccate in their dying before… — Colson Whitehead Copy Share Image
All in November's soaking mist We stand and prune the naked tree, While all our love and interest Seem quenched in the… — Ruth Pitter Copy Share Image
The tints of autumn...a mighty flower garden blossoming under the spell of the enchanter, frost. — John Greenleaf Whittier Copy Share Image
Just imagine, a cow on the balcony of the nation, what an awful thing, what a shitty country... — Gabriel Garcia Marquez Copy Share Image
In this autumn of 1919, in which I write, we are at the dead season of our fortunes. — John Maynard Keynes Copy Share Image
It was like autumn, looking at her. it was like driving up north to see the colors. — Jeffrey Eugenides Copy Share Image