How bravely Autumn paints upon the sky The gorgeous fame of Summer which is fled! — Thomas Hood Copy Share Image
When men once reach their autumn, sickly joys fall off apace, as yellow leaves from trees — Edward Young Copy Share Image
Just when summer gets perfect-fresh nights, soft sun, casual breezes, crushingly full and quietly cooling trees, empty beaches, and free weekends- it… — Joan D. Chittister Copy Share Image
Melancholy is kind of sweet sometimes, I think. It's not a negative thing. It's not a mean thing. It's just something that… — Bill Murray Copy Share Image
Spring is the fresh green of young corn and the pink blush of blossoms. Autumn contrasts the yellowed foilage with violet hues.… — Vincent Van Gogh Copy Share Image
When we are alone on a starlit night, when by chance we see the migrating birds in autumn descending on a grove… — Thomas Merton Copy Share Image
Listen to the Water-Mill: Through the live-long day How the clicking of its wheel Wears the hours away! Languidly the Autumn wind… — Sarah Doudney Copy Share Image
Summer fades; the first cold, Northern air Sweeps, like hatred, through still days - The August heat now gone elsewhere, To Southern,… — Trevor Howard Copy Share Image
There are having flowers in Spring, breezes in Summer, moon in Autumn, snows in Winter. If there is nothing worrying over you,… — Gautama Buddha Copy Share Image
“Bruges had the air of a ghost town. The high towers, the trees along the canals withdrew, absorbed by the same muslin:… — Georges Rodenbach Copy Share Image
It was like autumn, looking at her. it was like driving up north to see the colors. — Jeffrey Eugenides Copy Share Image
O Autumn, laden with fruit, and stained With the blood of the grape, pass not, but sit Beneath my shady roof; there… — William Blake Copy Share Image
“The autumn winds rushing Waft the leaves that are searest, But our flower was in flushing, When blighting was nearest. Fleet foot… — Sir Walter Scott Copy Share Image
“It was early autumn, then, before the snow began to fly. –(There’s an expression for you, born in the country, born from… — Howard O'Hagan Copy Share Image
God made sun and moon to distinguish the seasons, and day and night; and we cannot have the fruits of the earth… — John Donne Copy Share Image
Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness, Close bosom-friend of the maturing sun. — John Keats Copy Share Image
Aprils have never meant much to me, autumns seem that season of beginning, spring. — Truman Capote Copy Share Image
“Flowers bloomed without glimpsing your smile in spring, leaves have fallen in autumn chiming in with the gloom, the chill of winter… — Elizabeth E. Castillo Copy Share Image
“LONDON. Michaelmas Term lately over, and the Lord Chancellor sitting in Lincoln’s Inn Hall. Implacable November weather. As much mud in the… — Charles Dickens Copy Share Image
That country where it is always turning late in the year. That country where the hills are fog and the rivers are… — Ray Bradbury Copy Share Image
“Steam rising underneath a canopy of whispering, changing aspens; starlight in the clear, dark night, and wondrous beauty in every direction. If… — Donna Lynn Hope Copy Share Image
“The faded glittering in his eyes is like a falling star on a dull autumn's day.” — Anna Paszkiewicz Copy Share Image
“Autumn leaves under frozen soles, Hungry hands turning soft and old, My hero cried as we stood out their in the cold,… — Paolo Nutini Copy Share Image
Baseball is really two sports -- the summer game and the autumn game. One is the leisurely pastime of our national mythology.… — Thomas Boswell Copy Share Image
