She went, however, and they sauntered about together many a half hour in Mr. Grant's shrubbery, the weather being unusually mild for… — Jane Austen Copy Share Image
Of all the seasons, autumn offers the most to man and requires the least of him. — Hal Borland Copy Share Image
All through autumn we hear a double voice: one says everything is ripe; the other says everything is dying. The paradox is… — Gretel Ehrlich Copy Share Image
Summer passes into autumn in some unimaginable point of time, like the turning of a leaf. — Henry David Thoreau 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
The Mississippi Delta is not always dark with rain. Some autumn mornings, the sun rises over Moon Lake, or Eagle, or Choctaw,… — Lewis Nordan Copy Share Image
She smashes her knuckles into winter As autumn's wind fades into black She is the saint of all the sinners, the one… — Billie Joe Armstrong 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
There is a child in every one of us who is still a trick-or-treater looking for a brightly-lit front porch. — Robert Breault Copy Share Image
It was, as I have said, a fine autumnal day; the sky was clear and serene, and nature wore that rich and… — Washington Irving Copy Share Image
“I met Anne in the autumn... Autumn, that wild season when rural men rack orchard trees with sticks and weep with the… — Roman Payne Copy Share Image
Truly, Autumn is my season,” the scarlet beast chorted. “Spring and Summer and Winter all begin with such late letters! But Autumn… — Catherynne M. Valente Copy Share Image
My visit this autumn is an opportunity to continue that rich tradition of visits between Canterbury and Rome. — Rowan Williams Copy Share Image
“Under the stillness of an old tree - a monk sits in silence, the oak sheds it's leaves.” — Meeta Ahluwalia Copy Share Image
The harvested fields bathed in the autumn mist speak of God and his goodness far more vividly than any human lips. — Albert Schweitzer Copy Share Image
“I could feel the bite of the autumn air, warning us all of the harsh winter that was on its way.” — Jennifer Starzec Copy Share Image
My heart is a garden tired with autumn, Heaped with bending asters and dahlias heavy and dark, In the hazy sunshine, the… — Sara Teasdale Copy Share Image
There is a part of me that will forever want to be walking under autumn leaves, carrying a briefcase containing the works… — Roger Ebert Copy Share Image
“Fall makes me think that if I fail horribly at this art thing, and then fail horribly with this writing thing, I'll… — Tyler Hojberg Copy Share Image
“In the utter peace and stillness the world seemed holding its breath, a little apprehensively, drawing near to the fire to warm… — Elizabeth Goudge Copy Share Image
“Lord, we thank you for who you are. We thank you for the autumn and all the beautiful colours it brings. Thank… — David Holdsworth Copy Share Image
The wind that makes music in November corn is in a hurry. The stalks hum, the loose husks whisk skyward in half-playing… — Aldo Leopold Copy Share Image
“...he could feel hot tears coming to his eyes as the image of that night, outside the house as the November wind… — David Nickle Copy Share Image
“It would be autumn, and our fathers would be out threshing in the fields. We would walk through the mulberry groves, past… — Julie Otsuka Copy Share Image
