When men once reach their autumn, sickly joys fall off…

Joys do not fall to the rich alone; nor has he lived ill of whose birth and death no one took note.

— Horace

It is a delicious thing to write, to be no longer yourself but to move in an entire universe of your own creating. Today,…

— Gustave Flaubert

She went, however, and they sauntered about together many a half hour in Mr. Grant's shrubbery, the weather being unusually mild for the time…

— Jane Austen

The Revolutionary Hill Estates had not been designed to accommodate a tragedy. Even at night, as if on purpose, the development held no looming…

— Richard Yates

My days are in the yellow leaf; The flowers and fruits of love are gone; The worm, the canker, and the grief, Are mine…

— Lord Byron

Indian yellow, banned. Cows were poisoned with mango leaves and the colour was made from their urine. It is the bright yellow in Indian…

— Derek Jarman

There is, in the heart, the hard-rendering profit. As if we were plucking the leaves from the trees.

— Katy Lederer

“The air had a cool crispness to it and the leaves on the trees had begun turning yellow and red.”

— Carla Reighard

It ought to come like the leaves to the trees, or it better not come at all.

— John Keats

“The leaves were still on the trees, but were becoming dry, perched like birds ready to fly off.”

— Buchi Emecheta

Outside, a gusty October breeze was combing leaves from the trees and sending them across her backyard in colorful skitters.

— Stephen King

“Animals had returned to what was left of the forest...clusters of orange butterflies exploded off the blackish purple piles of bear sign and winked…

— Denis Johnson

Trees in winter lose their leaves. Some trees may even fall during storms, but most stand patiently and bear their fortune.

— Ming-Dao Deng

As leaves on the trees, such is the life of man.

— Homer

“Above his monotonous voice one could hear, now and again, a little wind stray through the drying leaves of the trees. A leaf or…

— Frederic Manning