“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
“Night, which in Autumn seems to fall from the sky so suddenly, chilled us...” — Jules Barbey d'Aurevilly Copy Share Image
“Up in the hills we say that autumn kisses you, but winter fucks you hard.” — George R.R. Martin Copy Share Image
I trust in nature for the stable laws of beauty and utility. Spring shall plant and autumn garner to the end of… — Robert Browning Copy Share Image
“He couldn't stop smelling the air in great, deep, loud sniffs. It was so delicious. It smelled of water, and mud, and… — Elizabeth Enright Copy Share Image
Let whoever wants to, relax in the south, And bask in the garden of paradise. Here is the essence of north—and it's… — Anna Akhmatova Copy Share Image
“Autumn is the time of year when Mother Nature says, “Look how easy, how healthy, and how beautiful letting go can be.” — Toni Sorenson Copy Share Image
Heap high the farmer's wintry hoard! Heap high the golden corn! No richer gift has Autumn poured From out her lavish horn! — John Greenleaf Whittier Copy Share Image
“Or maybe spring is the season of love and fall the season of mad lust. Spring for flirting but fall for the… — Elizabeth Cohen Copy Share Image
He types his labored column - weary drudge! Senile fudge and solemn: spare, editor, to condemn these dry leaves of his autumn. — Robertson Davies Copy Share Image
I love the start of autumn when the trees in my garden change the colour of their leaves in one last dazzling… — Michael Caine Copy Share Image
Tears, idle tears, I know not what they mean, Tears from the depths of some devine despair Rise in the heart, and… — Alfred Lord Tennyson Copy Share Image
Every year, in November, at the season that follows the hour of the dead, the crowning and majestic hours of autumn, I… — Maurice Maeterlinck Copy Share Image
“In this part of California, there is no fall or spring. Summer drops right into winter, into summer, back and forth. Our… — Kelley York Copy Share Image
“Samhain is the threshold to the Season of Death. The fertile fields of summer give way to the bare forests of autumn.… — Dacha Avelin Copy Share Image
In the ancient city of London, on a certain autumn day in the second quarter of the sixteenth century, a boy was… — Mark Twain Copy Share Image
A solitary maple on a woodside flames in single scarlet, recalls nothing so much as the daughter of a noble house dressed… — Henry James Copy Share Image
It almost seems as if autumn were the true creator, more creative than the spring, which is too even-toned, more creative when… — Rainer Maria Rilke Copy Share Image
My autumn/winter 2011-12 collection embodies the bold and beautiful while reflecting an innovative style and passion for immaculate design. I believe that… — Emilia Wickstead Copy Share Image
My life's long radiant Summer halts at last, And lo! beside my path way I behold Pursuing Autumn glide: nor frost nor… — Ella Wheeler Wilcox Copy Share Image
“Autumn is always a time of Fear and Greed and Hoarding for the winter coming on. Debt collectors are active on old… — Hunter S. Thompson Copy Share Image
“At first it had been a torrent; now it was a tide, with a flow and ebb. During its flood she could… — William Faulkner Copy Share Image
“summer ends and autumn begins. The trees retract their sap in a hurry and the resulting bright colours must be a panic-stricken… — Linda Gillard Copy Share Image
4 seasons: You are the spring when I blossom with a tender kiss You are the summer when my heart burns as… — Abeer Shennawy Copy Share Image
In course of time the slow advance of knowledge, which has dispelled so many cherished illusions, convinced at least the more thoughtful… — James G. Frazer Copy Share Image
“The summer ended. Day by day, and taking its time, the summer ended. The noises in the street began to change, diminish,… — James Baldwin Copy Share Image
Romance is the truth of imagination and boyhood. Homer's horses clear the world at a bound. The child's eye needs no horizon… — Robert Aris Willmott Copy Share Image
“And the yellow sunflower by the brook, in autumn beauty stood.” — William Cullen Bryant Copy Share Image
