“No trail to follow where the teacher has wandered off- the end of autumn.” — Yosa Buson Copy Share Image
Autumn in felted slipper shuffles on, Muted yet fiery.--Vita Sackville-West — Vita Sackville-West Copy Share Image
“God blows on the leaves, they turn to gold, and we call it autumn.” — Joyce Rachelle Copy Share Image
“Autumn had arrived— the last blossom whispered, let me stay awhile.” — Meeta Ahluwalia Copy Share Image
That country whose people are autumn people, thinking only autumn thoughts. — Ray Bradbury Copy Share Image
Summer ends, and Autumn comes, and he who would have it otherwise would have high tide always and a full moon every… — Hal Borland Copy Share Image
When men once reach their autumn, sickly joys fall off apace, as yellow leaves from trees — Edward Young Copy Share Image
In a world of universal poverty The philosophers alone will be fat Against the autumn winds In an autumn that will be… — Wallace Stevens Copy Share Image
The melancholy days are come, the saddest of the year, Of wailing winds, and naked woods and meadows brown and sear. — William C. Bryant Copy Share Image
Just imagine, a cow on the balcony of the nation, what an awful thing, what a shitty country... — Gabriel Garcia Marquez Copy Share Image
In this autumn of 1919, in which I write, we are at the dead season of our fortunes. — John Maynard Keynes Copy Share Image
For anyone who lives in the oak-and-maple area of New England, there is a perennial temptation to plunge into a purple sea… — Hal Borland Copy Share Image
It was like autumn, looking at her. it was like driving up north to see the colors. — Jeffrey Eugenides Copy Share Image
Three points for the dead slowly prising open the lids of their coffins. They want to hunt the living. They can't stop.… — Jenny Downham Copy Share Image
my mother was taught the ch'an concept of happiness, which was to find satisfaction in small things. i was taught to appreciate… — Anchee Min Copy Share Image
Listen to the Water-Mill: Through the live-long day How the clicking of its wheel Wears the hours away! Languidly the Autumn wind… — Sarah Doudney 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
All those golden autumn days the sky was full of wings. Wings beating low over the blue water of Silver Lake, wings… — Laura Ingalls Wilder Copy Share Image
This is wine," Ghoolion said solemnly. "Wine is drinkable sunlight. It's the most glorious summer's day imaginable, captured in a bottle. Wine… — Walter Moers Copy Share Image
“Of no distemper, of no blast he died, But fell like autumn fruit that mellowed long — Even wondered at, because he… — John Dryden Copy Share Image
I will tell you something that you don't want to hear: Autumn is ugly! Look at the dying leaves! There is no… — Mehmet Murat Ildan Copy Share Image
“No matter how much you run, or fly or swim, you come back to the land. It’s like as if whatever mud… — Reena Doss Copy Share Image
The photographic enthusiast likes to lure us into a darkened room in order to display his slides on a silver screen. Aided… — Ernst Gombrich Copy Share Image
“ A Corymbus for Autumn How are the veins of thee, Autumn, laden? Umbered juices, And pulpèd oozes Pappy out of the… — Francis Thompson Copy Share Image
After the keen still days of September, the October sun filled the world with mellow warmth...The maple tree in front of the… — Elizabeth George Speare Copy Share Image
“The quiet transition from autumn to winter is not a bad time at all. It's a time for protecting and securing things… — Tove Jansson Copy Share Image
That country where it is always turning late in the year. That country where the hills are fog and the rivers are… — Ray Bradbury Copy Share Image
...as the slow sea sucked at the shore and then withdrew, leaving the strip of seaweed bare and the shingle churned, the… — Daphne du Maurier Copy Share Image
Autumn is the very soul of metamorphosis, a time when the world is poised at the door of winter - which is… — Catherynne M. Valente Copy Share Image
“darkened the hue of the already red and brown autumn leaves beneath the fresh” — Rayven T. Hill Copy Share Image
Cirrus sky hawk drift, blue haze in the autumn air, and my mouth is dry. — Gregg Boddy Copy Share Image
Winter is dead; spring is crazy; summer is cheerful and autumn is wise! — Mehmet Murat Ildan Copy Share Image
I know the lands are lit, with all the autumn blaze of Goldenrod. — Helen Hunt Jackson Copy Share Image
