As that ripe summer turned to autumn, the sunlight cooled…

“It was a summer I would never, ever forget. It was the summer everything began. It was the summer I turned pretty. Because for…

— Jenny Han

'The Summer I Turned Pretty' is about how, as a young woman, everyone gets that moment of being in bloom, but nobody really appreciates…

— Jenny Han

“Autumn eats its leaf out of my hand: we are friends. From the nuts we shell time and we teach it to walk: then…

— Paul Celan

The ascent of any route begins, in dreams at least, the autumn before. Our minds ring, involuntarily, with the alluring names of mountains, aiguilles,…

— Gaston Rebuffat

The lush green of the fields became a rich gold that swayed sturdily under the wind and fell at last before the hands of…

— Martha Ostenso

“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

He found himself wondering at times, especially in the autumn, about the wild lands, and strange visions of mountains that he had never seen…

— Anonymous

“The crickets felt it was their duty to warn everybody that summertime cannot last for ever. Even on the most beautiful days in the…

— Anonymous

You know how this is: if I look at the crystal moon, at the red branch of the slow autumn at my window, if…

— Pablo Neruda

The measured blood beats out the year's delay.

— Louise Bogan

The trees change their voices in autumn as well as their shapes. No longer do they whisper to one another in muffled tones as…

— Patience Strong

“FALL I've never liked orange not even a hint of yellow though that doesn't mean I'm derange, you know. but it's still a riddle…

— Kynna Claire

“Flowers that had bloomed brilliant from spring through autumn blackened under the killing frost.”

— Nora Roberts

The American spring is by no means so agreeable as the American autumn; both move with faltering step, and slow; but this lingering pace,…

— Frances Trollope

This, at last, was where things were as they ought to be. Everything was in its place -- the tree, the earth underneath, the…

— Jean Liedloff