“Autumn vineyards rolled up the hills in deep red lines behind my house.” — Meredith Blevins Copy Share Image
The acrid scents of autumn, Reminiscent of slinking beasts, make me fear — D. H. Lawrence Copy Share Image
Sadly, I part from you; Like a clam torn from its shell, I go, and autumn too. — Matsuo Basho Copy Share Image
Autumn, in his leafless bowers, is waiting for the winter's snow. — John Greenleaf Whittier 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
The falling leaf that tells of autumn's death is, in a subtler sense, a prophecy of spring. — Robert Green Ingersoll Copy Share Image
Sad; so sad, those smoky-rose, smoky-mauve evenings of late Autumn, sad enough to pierce the heart. — Angela Carter 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
Strong jealousy in a beautiful love is the autumn in the middle of a hot summer! — Mehmet Murat Ildan Copy Share Image
Winter is an etching, spring a watercolor, summer an oil painting and autumn a mosaic of them all. — Stanley Horowitz Copy Share Image
“So when I think of autumn, I think of somebody with hands who does not want me to die.” — Toni Morrison 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
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
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
But you can't plead with autumn. No. The midnight wind stalked through the woods, hooted to frighten you, swept everything away for… — Yevgeny Zamyatin Copy Share Image
“I hope for a light grief in old age. I was born in Rome and it has returned to me. My autumn… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
The wind that makes music in November corn is in a hurry. The stalks hum, the loose husks whisk skyward in half-playing… — Aldo Leopold Copy Share Image
“Weave for the mighty chestnut A tributary crown Of autumn leaves, the brightest then When autumn leaves are brown Hang up his… — Charles Hatton Secretariat 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
I love this place; I love mountains and big skies and forests. And the weather is still supremely beautiful even though the… — Katherine Mansfield Copy Share Image
The trees change their voices in autumn as well as their shapes. No longer do they whisper to one another in muffled… — Patience Strong 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
And so I ask myself: 'Where are your dreams?' And I shake my head and mutter: 'How the years go by!' And… — Fyodor Dostoevsky 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
Now the autumn shudders In the rose's root. Far and wide the ladders Lean among the fruit. Now the autumn clambers Up… — Edna St. Vincent Millay 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
“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
![“Leaves I twist between my fingers, closing my eyes as thoughts drift. Into the momentous winds of time, the red-orange will soon afloat. For Autumn hues are unravelling through the waning summer days. ‘Tis the season of yearning passion and lyric to my heart and mind. [Ever Changing Rhythms of Life]” quote by Susan L. Marshall](https://sms4smile.com/quotes/img-quotes/cb2/susan-l-marshall-26831_autumn_leaves-i-twist-between-my-fingers-closin_1624289.jpg)
