“As I drift through the autumn of my life like a fallen leaf blown about by the winds of time, I sometimes… — Peggy Toney Horton Copy Share Image
“I’d like to know if you’re also responsible for Santa Claus, New York in the autumn, and the production and timely distribution… — Christopher Grey Copy Share Image
“Mothman flew away from town, like a giant bat, and then disappeared from sight behind a thicket of skeletal autumn trees.” — Don Roff Copy Share Image
I long for the bulbs to arrive, for the early autumn chores are melancholy, but the planting of bulbs is the work… — May Sarton Copy Share Image
September: it was the most beautiful of words, he’d always felt, evoking orange-flowers, swallows, and regret. — Alexander Theroux Copy Share Image
“I have always been sure That when [the Day of Judgement] comes it will come in autumn. Heaven, I am quite sure,… — Christopher Fry Copy Share Image
The vine that has been made to bear fruit in the spring, withers and dies before autumn. — Jean-Baptiste Rousseau Copy Share Image
“Autumn; Your hand becomes more tender And your mouth breathes peace on my lips - wonderful silence lies in our gestures.” — Sir Kristian Goldmund Aumann Copy Share Image
All flesh is one: what matter scores; Or color of the suit Or if the helmet glints with blue or gold? All… — Ray Bradbury Copy Share Image
Spring passes and one remembers one's innocence. Summer passes and one remembers one's exuberance. Autumn passes and one remembers one's reverence. Winter… — Yoko Ono Copy Share Image
Catch a vista of maples in that long light and you see Autumn glowing through the leaves… The promise of gold and… — Hal Borland Copy Share Image
“The first week of August hangs at the very top of summer, the top of the live-long year, like the highest seat… — Natalie Babbitt Copy Share Image
Tears, idle tears, I know not what they mean, Tears from the depths of some devine despair Rise in the heart, and… — Alfred Lord Tennyson Copy Share Image
“In this part of California, there is no fall or spring. Summer drops right into winter, into summer, back and forth. Our… — Kelley York Copy Share Image
Every year, in November, at the season that follows the hour of the dead, the crowning and majestic hours of autumn, I… — Maurice Maeterlinck Copy Share Image
In the ancient city of London, on a certain autumn day in the second quarter of the sixteenth century, a boy was… — Mark Twain Copy Share Image
It was one of those sumptuous days when the world is full of autumn muskiness and tangy, crisp perfection: vivid blue sky,… — Bill Bryson Copy Share Image
“August was almost over. The first cool touch of autumn moved slowly through the town and there was a softening and the… — Ray Bradbury Copy Share Image
For it is only framed in space that beauty blooms. Only in space are events and objects and people unique and significant-and… — Anne Morrow Lindbergh Copy Share Image
The first week of August hangs at the very top of summer, the top of the live-long year, like the highest seat… — Natalie Babbitt Copy Share Image
“Tildy warned us the Winter King could identify a person by scent,” Summer said. “Since he thinks you’re Autumn, Tildy said the… — C.L. Wilson Copy Share Image
I hated him for as long as I could. But then I realized that loving him...that was a part of me, and… — Diana Gabaldon Copy Share Image
Just when summer gets perfect-fresh nights, soft sun, casual breezes, crushingly full and quietly cooling trees, empty beaches, and free weekends- it… — Joan D. Chittister Copy Share Image
Peter curled his hands into fists at his sides. 'Kiss me,' he said. She leaned towards him slowly, until her face was… — Jodi Picoult Copy Share Image
Delicious autumn! My very soul is wedded to it, and if I were a bird I would fly about the earth seeking… — George Eliot Copy Share Image
The old church tower and garden wall Are black with autumn rain And dreary winds foreboding call The darkness down again — Emily Bronte Copy Share Image
“We all grow tired eventually; it happens to everyone. Even the sun, at the close of the year, is no longer a… — Joyce Rachelle Copy Share Image
But memory is an autumn leaf that murmurs a while in the wind and then is heard no more. — Khalil Gibran Copy Share Image
The spirits of the air live on the smells Of fruit; and joy, with pinions light, roves round The gardens, or sits… — William Blake Copy Share Image
“I finally understand what the poets have written. In spring, moved to passion; in autumn only regret.” — Lisa See Copy Share Image
“The heat of autumn is different from the heat of summer. One ripens apples, the other turns them to cider." [ Autumn ]” — Jane Hirshfield Copy Share Image
Autumn burned brightly, a running flame through the mountains, a torch flung to the trees. — Faith Baldwin Copy Share Image
Change is a measure of time and, in the autumn, time seems speeded up. What was is not and never again will… — Edwin Way Teale Copy Share Image
By all these lovely tokens September days are here, With summer's best of weather And autumn's best of cheer. — Helen Hunt Jackson Copy Share Image
“a wind has blown the rain away & the sky away & all the leaves away, & the trees stand. i think… — e.e. cummings Copy Share Image
Cold autumn, wan with wrath of wind and rain, Saw pass a soul sweet as the sovereign tune That death smote silent… — Algernon Charles Swinburne Copy Share Image
Ah, nut-brown partridges! Ah, brilliant pheasants! And ah, ye poachers!--'Tis no sport for peasants. — Lord Byron Copy Share Image
Autumn. Pretty leaves, pumpkin pie and sweaters. Perfect weather for reading. Winter is great but I hate shoveling. — Eden Robinson Copy Share Image
In the entire circle of the year there are no days so delightful as those of a fine October. — Alexander Smith Copy Share Image
Autumn clouds, vague and obscure; The evening, lonely and chill. I felt the dampness on my garments, But saw no spot, and… — Bai Juyi Copy Share Image