“The laughter of children filled the crisp air while off-beat rhythms of knocks and door bells mixed with a chorus of "trick… — Amber Newberry Copy Share Image
October, baptize me with leaves! Swaddle me in corduroy and nurse me with split pea soup. October, tuck tiny candy bars in… — Rainbow Rowell Copy Share Image
“She dreamed of autumn. Of chilly autumn winds and soft fall rains. She could even feel the cool moisture as the rain… — Grace Willows Copy Share Image
He is outside of everything, and alien everywhere. He is an aesthetic solitary. His beautiful, light imagination is the wing that on… — Henry James Copy Share Image
The one red leaf, the last of its clan, That dances as often as dance it can, Hanging so light, and hanging… — Samuel Taylor Coleridge Copy Share Image
Let life be beautiful like summer flowers and death be like autumn leaves. Rabindranath Tagore What a simple thing death is, just… — Vincent Van Gogh Copy Share Image
“The autumn twilight turned into deep and early night as they walked. Tristran could smell the distant winter on the air--a mixture… — Neil Gaiman Copy Share Image
The great secret of social alchemy is to profit best from each stage in our lives, to gather all its leaves in… — Honore de Balzac Copy Share Image
“How is it the seasons change? Do they change so slowly so creepingly because we so rarely break away from whatever it… — Jenny Boully Copy Share Image
To anticipate, not the sunrise and the dawn merely, but, if possible, Nature herself! How many mornings, summer and winter, before yet… — Henry David Thoreau Copy Share Image
“These autumn days will shorten and grow cold. The leaves will shake loose from the trees and fall. Christmas will come, then… — E.B. White Copy Share Image
The windflower and the violet, they perished long ago, And the brier-rose and the orchis died amid the summer glow; But on… — William C. Bryant Copy Share Image
Invulnerable to time, dedicated to the messianic happiness of thinking for us, knowing that we knew that he would not take any… — Gabriel Garcia Marquez Copy Share Image
“Autumn Shimmer" In the heart of autumn, in the season of falling leaves, when golden foliage swirls like forgotten dreams, sadness falls… — Mohammed Zaki Ansari Copy Share Image
Autumn is the very soul of metamorphosis, a time when the world is poised at the door of winter - which is… — Catherynne M. Valente Copy Share Image
God, we thank you for this earth, our homes; for the wide sky and the blessed sun, for the salt sea and… — Walter Rauschenbusch Copy Share Image
I love winter fashion like woolly coats, hats and boots and being cosy by the fire. Autumn and early spring walks in… — Dawn O'Porter Copy Share Image
“The wind I hear it sighing, with autumn's saddest sound; withered leaves all thick are lying, as spring-flowers on the ground. This… — Emily Brontë Copy Share Image
When autumn darkness falls, what we will remember are the small acts of kindness: a cake, a hug, an invitation to talk,… — Jens Stoltenberg Copy Share Image
The days may not be so bright and balmy...yet the quiet and melancholy that linger around them is fraught with glory. Over… — Northern Advocate Copy Share Image
Autumn is the eternal corrective. It is ripeness and color and a time of maturity; but it is also breadth, and depth,… — Hal Borland Copy Share Image
“Without 'tis autumn, the wind beats on the pane With heavy drops, the leaves high upwards sweep. You take old letters from… — mihai eminescu Copy Share Image
I sit beside the fire and think of all that I have seen, of meadow-flowers and butterflies in summers that have been;… — J. R. R. Tolkien Copy Share Image
In the spring of 1936, I was introduced by friends to Jean Tatlock. In the autumn, I began to court her. We… — J. Robert Oppenheimer Copy Share Image
“Damn, I was lonely that autumn. I wished for a girl I could hang out with. I never really did anything to… — Henry Rollins Copy Share Image
What had brought me to New York in the autumn of 1972 was a letter of recommendation written by Norman Mailer, the… — James Wolcott Copy Share Image
The winter will be short, the summer long, The autumn amber-hued, sunny and hot, Tasting of cider and of scuppernong; All seasons… — Elinor Wylie Copy Share Image
“That night the first frost of autumn struck Tucker's Grove. It crept up from the ground, snaring the fragile roots of plants.… — Kevin J. Anderson Copy Share Image
Summer's the same, autumn is even more extreme. Then winter is when you sort of condense all of your ideas. You process… — Rene Redzepi Copy Share Image
If eternity had a season, it would be midsummer. Autumn, winter, spring are all change and passage, but at the height of… — Ursula K. Le Guin Copy Share Image
“Sad, slow music in the small hours of the morning isn't just sad and slow music. It's a narration. And through the… — Dave Matthes Copy Share Image
“Leaves in every shade of the autumn spectrum - red, yellow, orange, brown - littered the ground at my feet, crunching beneath… — Kristi Cook Copy Share Image
It breaks your heart. It is designed to break your heart. The game begins in spring, when everything else begins again, and… — A. Bartlett Giamatti 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
“Where did the time go? Yesterday, I was a girl, and today, I suddenly find myself in the autumn of my years… — Peggy Toney Horton Copy Share Image
Heat lingers As days are still long; Early mornings are cool While autumn is still young. Dew on the lotus Scatters pure… — Bai Juyi 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
He looked at her an instant, for the effect of the graceful girlish figure with pale, passionate face and dark eyes full… — Louisa May Alcott Copy Share Image
O'er hill and field October's glories fade; O'er hill and field the blackbirds southward fly; The brown leaves rustle down the forest… — George Arnold 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
