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
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
The autumn always gets me badly, as it breaks into colours. I want to go south, where there is no autumn, where… — D. H. Lawrence Copy Share Image
You wonder what I am doing? Well, so do I, in truth. Days seem to dawn, suns to shine, evenings to follow,… — T. E. Lawrence Copy Share Image
“Autumns reward western Kansas for the evils that the remaining seasons impose: winter's rough Colorado winds and hip-high, sheep-slaughtering snows; the slushes… — Truman Capote Copy Share Image
Autumn is really the best of the seasons; and I'm not sure that old age isn't the best part of life. — C. S. Lewis 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
“November is usually such a disagreeable month...as if the year had suddenly found out that she was growing old and could do… — L.M. Montgomery Copy Share Image
Over the weekend the vultures got into the presidential palace by pecking through the screens on the balcony windows and the flapping… — Gabriel Garcia Marquez Copy Share Image
“Leaves I twist between my fingers, closing my eyes as thoughts drift. Into the momentous winds of time, the red-orange will soon… — Susan L. Marshall Copy Share Image
“Autumn was a harvest of big-box stores and their back-to-school sales: fruit leather, instant mac 'n' cheese, and bread that we unhusked,… — C Pam Zhang Copy Share Image
Here and there on the branch of an oak a congress of leaves still clung, rigid as flakes of bronze. — Martha Ostenso Copy Share Image
I love borders. August is the border between summer and autumn; it is the most beautiful month I know. Twilight is the… — Tove Jansson Copy Share Image
“Methinks I see the sunset light flooding the river valley, the western hills stretching to the horizon, overhung with trees gorgeous and… — John Greenleaf Whittier Copy Share Image
The aster has not wasted spring and summer because it has not blossomed. It has been all the time preparing for what… — Henry Ward Beecher 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
When you live on Cold Mountain long enough the autumns pass quickly When you live alone you have no worries When you… — Hanshan Copy Share Image
“In the spring, the little flowers came out obediently in the meads, and the dew sparkled, and the birds sang. In the… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
It's autumn ... and everybody feels like a disembodied spirit then. — D. H. Lawrence Copy Share Image
Autumn clouds, vague and obscure; The evening, lonely and chill. I felt the dampness on my garments, But saw no spot, and… — Bai Juyi Copy Share Image
A breath, whence no man knows, Swaying the grating weeds, it blows; It comes, it grieves, it goes. Once it rocked the… — John Vance Cheney Copy Share Image
There was a filmy veil of soft dull mist obscuring, but not hiding, all objects, giving them a lilac hue, for the… — Elizabeth Gaskell Copy Share Image
“Autumn calls the forest to rest, to exhale in a flood of colors rubbed to a fiery warmth on the hearth of… — Craig D. Lounsbrough Copy Share Image
