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
“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
Now I realize that the trees blossom in Spring and bear fruit in Summer without seeking praise; and they drop their leaves… — Khalil Gibran Copy Share Image
“The widower reviewed his past in a sunless light which was intensified by the greyness of the November twilight, whilst the bells… — Georges Rodenbach Copy Share Image
“In the autumn of your years don't make it so that what you look back on is regret. Live your life now… — Stephen Richards Copy Share Image
“The gardener hath gathered up this autumn's leaves. Who shall see them again, or who wot of them? And who shall say… — Lord Dunsany Copy Share Image
“As in the autumn-time the leaves fall off, First one and then another, till the branch Surrenders all its spoils to the… — Dante Alighieri Copy Share Image
It is only by spring that the death of the autumns returns. What about winter, which is death? When the pure snow… — Sorin Cerin Copy Share Image
“The road leading off campus was lined with hickory trees, their leaves so bright yellow they shone like fire, as if the… — Sarah Addison Allen Copy Share Image
“No sun—no moon! No morn—no noon— No dawn— No sky—no earthly view— No distance looking blue— No road—no street—no "t'other side the… — Thomas Hood Copy Share Image
“She's a Sophomore. Her name is Autumn Elliot. What the hell kind of name is Autumn? Why don't they just call her… — Kody Keplinger Copy Share Image
Spring stands for when I met you, and you started to bloom like the trees in my garden. Summer stands for when… — Oksana Serdyuk Copy Share Image
There is a part of me that will forever want to be walking under autumn leaves, carrying a briefcase containing the works… — Roger Ebert Copy Share Image
Pressure without punching, it's kind of like the fall is coming, autumn is coming, and there's gonna be a lot of leaves… — Teddy Atlas Copy Share Image
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“I am made for autumn. Summer and I have a fickle relationship, but everything about autumn is perfect to me. Wooly jumpers,… — Alys Fowler Copy Share Image
“We read the pagan sacred books with profit and delight. With myth and fable we are ever charmed, and find a pleasure… — Robert G. Ingersoll Copy Share Image
“And then there is that day when all around, all around you hear the dropping of the apples, one by one, from… — Ray Bradbury Copy Share Image
Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness, Close bosom-friend of the maturing sun; Conspiring with him how to load and bless With fruit… — John Keats Copy Share Image
“The Spring can be more painful than any other time of the year. Summer is lazy and indifferent. Autumn is demanding and… — Lynne Reid Banks Copy Share Image
It's said that All Hallows' Eve is one of the nights when the veil between the worlds is thin - and whether… — Erin Morgenstern 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
“Hampshire was dressed in scarlet and brilliant orange, the hounds were out four mornings a week, and the last baskets of fruit… — Lisa Kleypas Copy Share Image
“There will be stars over the place forever; Though the house we loved and the street we loved are lost, Every time… — Sara Teasdale Copy Share Image
He had never liked October. Ever since he had first lay in the autumn leaves before his grandmother's house many years ago… — Ray Bradbury Copy Share Image
“The seasonal urge is strong in poets. Milton wrote chiefly in winter. Keats looked for spring to wake him up (as it… — Helen Bevington Copy Share Image
“Outside there's a chill in the air that reminds me autumn is on the way, even though it's still only September. This… — Zoe Sugg Copy Share Image
“One sort of optional thing you might do is to realize there are six seasons instead of four. The poetry of four… — Kurt Vonnegut Copy Share Image
“AUTUMNAL Pale amber sunlight falls across The reddening October trees, That hardly sway before a breeze As soft as summer: summer's loss… — Ernest Dowson Copy Share Image
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“High Pasture Come up--come up: in the dim vale below The autumn mist muffles the fading trees, But on this keen hill-pasture,… — Edith Wharton Copy Share Image
“ Autumn Days Yellow, mellow, ripened days, Sheltered in a golden coating; O'er the dreamy, listless haze, White and dainty cloudlets floating;… — Will Carleton Copy Share Image
This, at last, was where things were as they ought to be. Everything was in its place -- the tree, the earth… — Jean Liedloff Copy Share Image
A forest," William said, his expression distant. "Where the ground is dry soil and stone. Where tall trees grow and centuries of… — Ilona Andrews Copy Share Image
As Summer into Autumn slips And yet we sooner say "The Summer" than "the Autumn," lest We turn the sun away, And… — Emily Dickinson Copy Share Image
“October O love, turn from the changing sea and gaze, Down these grey slopes, upon the year grown old, A-dying 'mid the… — William Morris Copy Share Image
“Fall" Fall, falling, fallen. That’s the way the season Changes its tense in the long-haired maples That dot the road; the veiny… — Edward Hirsch Copy Share Image
“The autumn air is chill and damp. As he does each morning at just about this time, Adolf Hitler emerges from the… — Bill O'Reilly Copy Share Image
A moral character is attached to autumnal scenes; the leaves falling like our years, the flowers fading like our hours, the clouds… — François-René de Chateaubriand Copy Share Image
“And Yet the Books And yet the books will be there on the shelves, separate beings, That appeared once, still wet As… — Czeslaw Milosz 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/i/cb2/susan-l-marshall-26831_autumn_leaves-i-twist-between-my-fingers-closin_1624289.jpg)
