“I loved a maid as red as autumn [...] with sunset in her hair.” — George R.R. Martin Copy Share Image
The world is tired, the year is old, The faded leaves are glad to die... — Sara Teasdale Copy Share Image
Books are carefully folded forests/void of autumn/bound from the sun — Saul Williams Copy Share Image
“There lies a silence of the heart in the dance of colorful autumn leaves.” — Sir Kristian Goldmund Aumann Copy Share Image
For man, autumn is a time of harvest, of gathering together. For nature, it is a time of sowing, of scattering abroad. — Edwin Way Teale Copy Share Image
Love the trees until their leaves fall off, then encourage them to try again next year. — Anonymous Copy Share Image
It's autumn in New York. The colors are changing yellow, the browns, the greens, the oranges. And that's just the tap water. — David Letterman Copy Share Image
THE autumn of 1850 brought an event freighted with deep significance to me. My mother died. — John Sergeant Wise Copy Share Image
The falling leaf that tells of autumn's death is, in a subtler sense, a prophecy of spring. — Robert Green Ingersoll Copy Share Image
“I am in this world, but no longer of this world.” ========== The Thousand Autumns of Jacob de Zoet: A Novel (Mitchell, David)” — Anonymous Copy Share Image
There is something of the same pleasure in noticing the hues of the stars that there is in looking at a flower… — Maria Mitchell Copy Share Image
But a haiku by Buson came into his mind: 'I try to forget this senile love; a chilly autumn shower.' The gloom… — Yasunari Kawabata Copy Share Image
I have been to Canada several times. It was autumn when I visited Vancouver, and I will always remember the colour of… — Natalie Dormer Copy Share Image
“What Autumn failed to consider was that Frankie Jones was not one who took kindly to reprimands from his offspring, especially one… — Genevieve D. Woods Copy Share Image
The approach of night The skies yet blushing with departing light, When falling dews with spangles deck'd the glade, And the low… — Alexander Pope Copy Share Image
Autumn comes to the sea with a fresh blaze of phosphorescence, when every wave crest is aflame. Here and there the whole… — Rachel Carson 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
Now I realize that the trees blossom in Spring and bear fruit in Summer without seeking praise; and they drop their leaves… — Khalil Gibran Copy Share Image
If I was ever a rare fine summer person, that's long ago. Most of us are half-and-half. The August noon in us… — Ray Bradbury Copy Share Image
To her bier Comes the year Not with weeping and distress, as mortals do, But, to guide her way to it, All… — Lucy Larcom Copy Share Image
To think that the affairs of this life always remain in the same state is a vain presumption; indeed they all seem… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
“But this isn't standard Japanese picnic fare: not a grain of rice or a pickled plum in sight. Instead, they fill the… — Matt Goulding Copy Share Image
Seventy-five years. That's how much time you get if you're lucky. Seventy-five years. Seventy-five winters, seventy-five springtimes, seventy-five summers, and seventy-five autumns.… — Eddie Murphy Copy Share Image
“Feel no regret for roses, autumn too has its delights...How could she say that? Didn't she see that for us there could… — Raphael Carter Copy Share Image
Life is the blossoming of flowers in the spring, the ripening of fruit in the fall, the rhythm of the earth and… — Daisaku Ikeda Copy Share Image
“It is Autumn, as you know, and things are beginning to die. It is so wonderful to be out in the crisp… — Hunter S. Thompson 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
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
Fade, flowers, fade! Nature will have it so; 'tis but what we in our autumn do. — Edmund Waller Copy Share Image