“And the yellow sunflower by the brook, in autumn beauty stood.” — William Cullen Bryant Copy Share Image
“Brilliant boom of Spring is nothing if not for the timely death of Autumn~” — Tanya Gambhir Copy Share Image
Autumn arrives in early morning, but spring at the close of a winter day. — Elizabeth Bowen Copy Share Image
As long as autumn lasts, I shall not have hands, canvas and colors enough to paint the beautiful things I see. — Vincent Van Gogh 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
I love corduroys , because they are really comfy and they're cozier than jeans. They come in nice autumn hues - colors… — Rachel Bilson Copy Share Image
It was Autumn, and incessant Piped the quails from shocks and sheaves, And, like living coals, the apples Burned among the withering… — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share Image
“They know the autumn's the peak season for harvesting, and that the crop is eighteen-year-olds.” — Valerie Zenatti Copy Share Image
We cling to our own point of view, as though everything depended on it. Yet our opinions have no permanence; like autumn… — Zhuangzi Copy Share Image
My visit this autumn is an opportunity to continue that rich tradition of visits between Canterbury and Rome. — Rowan Williams Copy Share Image
Autumn seemed to arrive suddenly that year. The morning of the first September was crisp and golden as an apple. — Anonymous Copy Share Image
“Autumn The passion Is still flourishing in the branches Yellow funny and daring red The sun warms even in the days Where… — sir kristian goldmund aumann Copy Share Image
True men" ... are strong willed, have dignity in their demeanor, serenity in their expression. They are cool like autumn, warm like… — Zhuangzi Copy Share Image
I always feel at home where the sugar maple grows… glorious in autumn, a fountain of coolness in summer, sugar in its… — John Burroughs Copy Share Image
“In the garden, Autumn is, indeed the crowning glory of the year, bringing us the fruition of months of thought and care… — George Eliot Copy Share Image
“It's Harvest Time. Jewish New Year. Back to School. The new theatrical season. These are September to me. Apples and honey, sharpened… — Shellen Lubin Copy Share Image
The gray-green stretch of sandy grass,Indefinitely desolate;A sea of lead, a sky of slate;Already autumn in the air, alas!One stark monotony of… — Arthur Symons Copy Share Image
My sorrow, when she's here with me, thinks these dark days of autumn rain are beautiful as days can be; she loves… — Robert Frost Copy Share Image
How the snow falls in the north! Flake on flake falling incessantly, until the small dingles are almost on a level with… — W. H. Davies Copy Share Image
“The Vagabond Give to me the life I love, Let the lave go by me, Give the jolly heaven above And the… — Robert Lewis Stevenson Copy Share Image
Her pleasure in the walk must arise from the exercise and the day, from the view of the last smiles of the… — Jane Austen Copy Share Image
“I suppose you think you know what autumn looks like. Even if you live in the Los Angeles dreamed of by September’s… — Catherynne M. Valente Copy Share Image
“As a child, crisp spring afternoons were spent wading along Reedy Creek just beyond the field. Then came the heavy breeze in… — James Russell Lingerfelt Copy Share Image
“Autumn is Nature's last party of the year. And dressing for the occasion, forests don their brightest attire, while the creatures follow… — Debra Welsh Copy Share Image
Those final weeks, spanning end of summer and the beginning of another autumn, are blurred in memory, perhaps because our understanding of… — Truman Capote Copy Share Image
“A boy trudged down the sidewalk dragging a fishing pole behind him. A man stood waiting with his hands on his hips.… — Harper Lee Copy Share Image
“Four seasons fill the measure of the year; There are four seasons in the mind of Man: He has his lusty Spring,… — John Keats Copy Share Image
What a simple thing death is, just as simple as the falling of an autumn leaf. — Vincent Van Gogh Copy Share Image
When bounteous autumn rears her head, he joys to pull the ripened pear. — John Dryden Copy Share Image
It's autumn ... and everybody feels like a disembodied spirit then. — D. H. Lawrence 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
