I love the autumn for its sense of melancholy

I love the autumn for its sense of melancholy seems to strike my need for sadness. There is poetry in the dying of the…

— Kyffin Williams

“The way Susannah sings 'The Wind Will Carry Us' is so sad," he murmured. "Yeah, it really is." "It makes me think of the…

— Meg Wolitzer

There is a sense of melancholy attached to seeing images of yourself from a different era, especially when you see a picture.

— Roger Taylor

“Must love decorating for holidays, mischief, kissing in cars, and wind chimes. No specific height, weight, hair color, or political affiliation required but would…

— Matthew Grey Gubler

I'm terribly taken by the countryside, so I love things like shadows cast by deep woods. I love the autumn. I love Soho. I…

— Joanna Lumley

I have a sense of melancholy isolation, life rapidly vanishing, all the usual things. It's very strange how often strong feelings don't seem to…

— Philip Larkin

You can achieve one thing, but because of that, you have to adapt or lose something else. If you end up in a relationship,…

— Andrew Haigh

Strong jealousy in a beautiful love is the autumn in the middle of a hot summer!

— Mehmet Murat Ildan

“Or maybe, just maybe, he'd got close enough to sense the melancholy that sits at the core of her, usually hidden deep behind a…

— Matt Haig

There is one thing I do miss in L.A. I love autumn.

— Christoph Waltz

“I love the Autumn, And yet I cannot say All the thoughts and things That make me feel this way. I love walking on…

— Jacqueline Kennedy Onassis

“The wind I hear it sighing, with autumn's saddest sound; withered leaves all thick are lying, as spring-flowers on the ground. This dark night…

— Emily Brontë

The melancholy days are come, the saddest of the year, Of wailing winds, and naked woods and meadows brown and sear.

— William C. Bryant

“In an old family album Ever again you return, Melancholy, O meekness of the solitary soul. A golden day glows and expires. Humbly the…

— Anonymous

I long for the bulbs to arrive, for the early autumn chores are melancholy, but the planting of bulbs is the work of hope…

— May Sarton