Spring is the season of hope, and autumn is that of memory. — Marguerite Gardiner, Countess of Blessington Copy Share Image
Spiders are always big in the autumn: they've had all summer to grow. — Alice Roberts Copy Share Image
“Autumn has a hungry heart - September is the beginning of death.” — Catherynne M. Valente Copy Share Image
The Autumn seems to cry for thee,Best lover of the Autumn-days! — Sarah Chauncey Woolsey Copy Share Image
“Take heart and dive into the quiet maturity of autumn.” — sir kristian goldmund aumann Copy Share Image
I love borders. August is the border between summer and autumn; it is the most beautiful month I know. — Tove Jansson Copy Share Image
Summer makes me drowsy. Autumn makes me sing. Winter's pretty lousy, but I hate Spring. — Dorothy Parker 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
There is no better time than the autumn to begin forgetting the things that trouble us, allowing them to fall away like… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
“Nature awakens each day in brilliant autumn colors, making me wish the pale winter would bid adieu.” — Richelle E. Goodrich Copy Share Image
The lush green of the fields became a rich gold that swayed sturdily under the wind and fell at last before the… — Martha Ostenso Copy Share Image
“Winter, then spring, summer, and soon autumn. All seasons are one, ice-cold, featureless, a hell of dreariness.” — Daniel Arsand Copy Share Image
Hello cold weather. Hello beautiful changing leaves. Hello beautiful world. It's fall. — CandiFace Copy Share Image
“The wind I hear it sighing, with autumn's saddest sound; withered leaves all thick are lying, as spring-flowers on the ground. This… — Emily Brontë 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 days may not be so bright and balmy...yet the quiet and melancholy that linger around them is fraught with glory. Over… — Northern Advocate Copy Share Image
“Without 'tis autumn, the wind beats on the pane With heavy drops, the leaves high upwards sweep. You take old letters from… — mihai eminescu Copy Share Image
I sit beside the fire and think of all that I have seen, of meadow-flowers and butterflies in summers that have been;… — J. R. R. Tolkien Copy Share Image
Summer's the same, autumn is even more extreme. Then winter is when you sort of condense all of your ideas. You process… — Rene Redzepi Copy Share Image
If eternity had a season, it would be midsummer. Autumn, winter, spring are all change and passage, but at the height of… — Ursula K. Le Guin Copy Share Image
What had brought me to New York in the autumn of 1972 was a letter of recommendation written by Norman Mailer, the… — James Wolcott Copy Share Image
“November is usually such a disagreeable month...as if the year had suddenly found out that she was growing old and could do… — L.M. Montgomery 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
“THE FALLING OF THE LEAVES AUTUMN is over the long leaves that love us, And over the mice in the barley sheaves;… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
“It was a trap. Later, if I heard the song played on the radio or at a club, i would think of… — Paulo Coelho Copy Share Image
“It was early autumn, then, before the snow began to fly. –(There’s an expression for you, born in the country, born from… — Howard O'Hagan Copy Share Image
I was twenty-one at the time, about to turn twenty-two. No prospect of graduating soon, and yet no reason to quit school.… — Haruki Murakami Copy Share Image
“The autumn winds rushing Waft the leaves that are searest, But our flower was in flushing, When blighting was nearest. Fleet foot… — Sir Walter Scott Copy Share Image
“Although it was autumn and not summer the dark-gold sunlight and the inky shadows, long and slender in the shape of felled… — John Banville Copy Share Image
The stillness of October gold Went out like beauty from a face. — Edwin Arlington Robinson Copy Share Image
Even the air feels different on Halloween, autumn-crisp and bright — Erin Morgenstern Copy Share Image
“Autumn is a classical music; when it begins, the gravity disappears!” — Mehmet Murat ildan Copy Share Image
Shuddering under the autumn stars, each year, the head sinks lower and lower. — Georg Trakl Copy Share Image
