True friends are like diamonds, Precious and rare, Fake…

“Easter blessings All life’s sacrifices like autumn leaves awaken our senses and power to love and be whole Our Mother Earth, Our Father Sky…

— Ramon Ravenswood

While cares will drop off like autumn leaves.

— John Muir

“The Crows of the region could have told them that there are almost always more Crows around them than they can see; but like…

— John Crowley

“Do you ever think about him? About the boy who infected you?" Images flash in the darkness: a crown of auburn hair, like autumn…

— Lauren Oliver

Inside of us, there's a continual autumn. Our leaves fall and are blown out over the water.

— Rumi

With the ripening of the fruits in Autumn the leaves begin to wither and the trees, taking up their sap from the earth through…

— Marcus Vitruvius Pollio

“Ah - the autumn leaves,' she exclaimed, 'spinning earthwards, to their common home! Ah me, life is strange! Would you care to hear my…

— Frank Baker

“The maple brings tourists who come to marvel at the blazing colours of the autumn leaves and it brings cash dollars in the form…

— Stephen Fry

“Autumn leaves fall from the tree, disappear with the wind, but then reappear on the tree and disappear again. Memories are like that, first…

— Mehmet Murat ildan

The stripped and shapely Maple grieves The ghosts of her Departed leaves. The ground is hard, As hard as stone. The year is old,…

— John Updike

TIME WENT ON, life with the children unfolding in its own ecosystem, small plastic toys seeming to grow up from the carpet like mushrooms,…

— Erica Bauermeister

Let life be beautiful like summer flowers and death like autumn leaves.

— Rabindranath Tagore

Spring stands for when I met you, and you started to bloom like the trees in my garden. Summer stands for when our relationship…

— Oksana Serdyuk

No lake is beautiful without the sky, without the mist or without the trees and the autumn leaves! No beauty is beautiful in itself!

— Mehmet Murat Ildan

“The autumn leaves blazed a trail down the mountainside, spilling into a pool of cornfields outside of town. Mesmerized by nature’s beauty and mulling…

— Anita Estes