“It looks like fallen petals, and it looks like rain. It looks like the sounds the birds make at dawn. It looks… — D. Smith Kaich Jones Copy Share Image
Deep inside, we're still the boys of autumn, that magic time of the year that once swept us onto America's fields. — Archie Manning Copy Share Image
I know people, I know towns, farms, hills and rivers and rocks, I know how the sun at sunset in autumn falls… — Ursula K. Le Guin Copy Share Image
A pear should come to the table popped with juice, Ripened in warmth and served in warmth. On terms Like these, autumn… — Wallace Stevens Copy Share Image
“Still In the fall, I believe again in poetry if nothing else it is a movement of the mind. Summers ball together… — Jaakko A. Ahokas Copy Share Image
The flowers of Spring may wither, the hope of Summer fade, The Autumn droop in Winter, the birds forsake the shade; The… — Reginald Heber Copy Share Image
Looking about I see no cherry blossoms And no crimson leaves A straw-thatched hut by a bay In the autumn dusk. — Fujiwara no Teika Copy Share Image
The year's in wane; There is nothing adorning; The night has no eve, And the day has no morning; Cold winter gives… — Thomas Hood 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
To me a book is a message from the gods to mankind; or, if not, should never be published at all. A… — Aleister Crowley Copy Share Image
I seek truth and beauty in the transparency of an autumn leaf, in the perfect form of a seashell on the beach,… — Isabel Allende Copy Share Image
The President needs me at the White House. It's autumn, you know, and the leaves need raking. — Spiro T. Agnew Copy Share Image
“... the extraordinary autumn weather that always comes as a surprise, when the sun hangs low and gives more heat than in… — Leo Tolstoy Copy Share Image
O, Winter! Put away thy snowy pride; O, Spring! Neglect the cowslip and the bell; O, Summer! Throw thy pears and plums… — Thomas Chatterton Copy Share Image
“After savouring a riot of hues you find pleasure in bland pastels. From a magic spell to naked stark Truth.. O' Assiduous… — Monika Ajay Kaul Copy Share Image
“Daylight...In my mind, the night faded. It was daytime and the neighborhood was busy. Miss Stephenie Crawford crossed the street to tell… — Harper Lee Copy Share Image
The once red leaf, the last of its clan, that dances as often as dance it can. — Samuel Taylor Coleridge Copy Share Image
What of miniature boats constructed of birch bark and fallen leaves, launched onto cold water clear as air? How many fleets were… — Paul Harding Copy Share Image
Of Nature itself upon the soul; the sunrise, the haze of autumn, the winter starlight seem interlocutors; the prevailing sense is that… — Ralph Waldo Emerson Copy Share Image
“The smell of burning firewood and the molding of organic, earthy substances reminded her of jumping wildly into the enormous leaf piles… — Abby Slovin Copy Share Image
Variations: II Green light, from the moon, Pours over the dark blue trees, Green light from the autumn moon Pours on the… — Conrad Aiken Copy Share Image
“The over-ripe, golden autumn which had taken hold of the town tugged at our heartstrings. The nomadic life makes you sensitive to… — Nicolas Bouvier Copy Share Image
