It was one of those sumptuous days when the world is full of autumn muskiness and tangy, crisp perfection: vivid blue sky,… — Bill Bryson Copy Share Image
“Anything after we returned from vacation was a hot autumn day, taunting me with promises of February snow piles.” — Thomm Quackenbush Copy Share Image
Flowers, cold from the dew, And autumn's approaching breath, I pluck for the warm, luxuriant braids, Which haven't faded yet. In their… — Anna Akhmatova Copy Share Image
It is autumn; not without But within me is the cold. Youth and spring are all about; It is I that have… — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share Image
Nightfall. “What a strange word. ‘Night’ I get. But ‘fall’ is a gentle word. Autumn leaves fall, swirling with languid grace To… — Karen Marie Moning Copy Share Image
“...the air has that bracing autumnal bite so that all you want to do is bob for apples or hang a witch… — Sarah Vowell Copy Share Image
“The Spinning Year by Stewart Stafford Warm days, leaves of green, Winter's looming touch between, Harvesting in chill of night, Spiders crawl… — Stewart Stafford Copy Share Image
“Autumn is a momentum of the natures golden beauty…, so the same it’s time to find your momentum of life” — Rashedur Ryan Rahman Copy Share Image
Que sigue pagando el otono con tanto dinero amarillo? What does autumn go on paying for with so much yellow money? — Pablo Neruda Copy Share Image
The smile that flickers on a baby’s lips when he sleeps- does anyone know where it was born? Yes, there is a… — Rabindranath Tagore Copy Share Image
A human heart can never grow old if it takes a lively interest in the pairing of birds, the reproduction of flowers,… — Lydia M. Child Copy Share Image
Winter is an etching, spring a watercolor, summer an oil painting and autumn a mosaic of them all. — Stanley Horowitz Copy Share Image
The Autumn is old; The sere leaves are flying; He hath gather'd up gold, And now he is dying;- Old age, begin… — Thomas Hood Copy Share Image
“No sun—no moon! No morn—no noon— No dawn— No sky—no earthly view— No distance looking blue— No road—no street—no "t'other side the… — Thomas Hood Copy Share Image
The circus looks abandoned and empty. But you think perhaps you can smell caramel wafting through the evening breeze, beneath the crisp… — Erin Morgenstern Copy Share Image
“The seasonal urge is strong in poets. Milton wrote chiefly in winter. Keats looked for spring to wake him up (as it… — Helen Bevington Copy Share Image
What was it Catelyn Stark had called them, that night at Bitterbridge? The knights of summer. And now it was autumn and… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
In autumn even though I may see it again, how can I sleep with the moon this evening? — Dogen Copy Share Image
It is a delicious thing to write, to be no longer yourself but to move in an entire universe of your own… — Gustave Flaubert Copy Share Image
I’m just trying to imagine you in flannel pink sock monkey pajamas. I’m sure you look stunning in pink. (Damien) Actually, with… — Sherrilyn Kenyon Copy Share Image
When autumn returns with its long anticipated holidays, and preparations are made for a scamper in some distant locality, hammer and notebook… — Archibald Geikie Copy Share Image
Our feelings probably are not less strong at fifty than they were ten or fifteen years before; but they have changed their… — Mary Wollstonecraft Shelley Copy Share Image
