I notice that Autumn is more the season of the soul than of nature. — Friedrich Nietzsche Copy Share Image
Sing a song of seasons; something bright in all, flowers in the summer, fires in the fall. — Robert Louis Stevenson Copy Share Image
There ought to be gardens for all months in the year, in which, severally, things of beauty may be then in season. — Francis Bacon Copy Share Image
Of all the seasons, autumn offers the most to man and requires the least of him. — Hal Borland Copy Share Image
I loved autumn, the one season of the year that God seemed to have put there just for the beauty of it. — Lee Maynard Copy Share Image
The leaves fall, the wind blows, and the farm country slowly changes from the summer cottons into its winter woods. — Henry Beston Copy Share Image
The teeming Autumn big with rich increase, bearing the wanton burden of the prime like widowed wombs after their lords decease. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Change is a measure of time and, in the autumn, time seems speeded up. What was is not and never again will… — Edwin Way Teale Copy Share Image
Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness, Close bosom-friend of the maturing sun. — John Keats Copy Share Image
The season for enjoying the fullness of life - partaking of the harvest, sharing the harvest with others, and reinvesting and saving… — Denis Waitley Copy Share Image
In the other gardens And all up the vale, From the autumn bonfies See the smoke trail! Pleasant summer over And all… — Robert Louis Stevenson Copy Share Image
I cannot endure to waste anything as precious as autumn sunshine by staying in the house. So I spend almost all the… — Nathaniel Hawthorne Copy Share Image
The morns are meeker than they were, The nuts are getting brown; The berry's cheek is plumper, The rose is out of… — Emily Dickinson Copy Share Image
Youth is like spring, an over praised season more remarkable for biting winds than genial breezes. Autumn is the mellower season, and… — Samuel Butler 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
“FALLING IN LOVE WITH OCTOBER Leaves descending to the ground, Orange, magenta, green & brown The cool crisp breezes in the air,… — Charmaine J Forde Copy Share Image
Autumn is the eternal corrective. It is ripeness and color and a time of maturity; but it is also breadth, and depth,… — Hal Borland Copy Share Image
The falling leaves drift by the window The autumn leaves of red and gold… I see your lips, the summer kisses The… — Johnny Mercer Copy Share Image
“My people celebrate the passing of the autumn season and the beginning of winter days. We look on our bountiful harvest—" "—your… — Kate Danley 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
It is a sad moment when the first phlox appears. It is the amber light indicating the end of the great burst… — Vita Sackville-West Copy Share Image
“Autumn is the season of subtractions, the Japanese art of taking more and more away to charge the few things that remain.… — Pico Iyer Copy Share Image
Is not this a true autumn day? Just the still melancholy that I love - that makes life and nature harmonise. The… — George Eliot Copy Share Image
“That all plants immediately and substantially stem from the element water alone I have learnt from the following experiment. I took an… — Jan Baptist van Helmont Copy Share Image
The Autumn is old; The sere leaves are flying; He hath gather'd up gold, And now he is dying;- Old age, begin… — Thomas Hood Copy Share Image
Our judgment ripens; our imagination decays. We cannot at once enjoy the flowers of the Spring of life and the fruits of… — Thomas B. Macaulay Copy Share Image
“Autumn is a season of desperate hopes. The leaves are souls begging to turn life on pause. Begging to stop, begging to… — Teodora Savu Copy Share Image
The foliage has been losing its freshness through the month of August, and here and there a yellow leaf shows itself like… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
A few days ago I walked along the edge of the lake and was treated to the crunch and rustle of leaves… — Eric Sloane Copy Share Image
Besides the Autumn poets sing, A few prosaic days, A little this side of the snow, And that side of the Haze...,… — Emily Dickinson Copy Share Image
