“I knew exactly what this spelled. Autumn was just around the corner.” — André Aciman Copy Share Image
“I loved a maid as red as autumn [...] with sunset in her hair.” — George R.R. Martin Copy Share Image
The world is tired, the year is old, The faded leaves are glad to die... — Sara Teasdale Copy Share Image
Books are carefully folded forests/void of autumn/bound from the sun — Saul Williams Copy Share Image
Deep inside, we're still the boys of autumn, that magic time of the year that once swept us onto America's fields. — Archie Manning Copy Share Image
“The world know it not; but you, Autumn, I confess it: your wind at night-fall stabs deep into my heart” — Murasaki Shikibu Copy Share Image
The wind blows out, the bubble dies; The spring entomb'd in autumn lies; The dew dries up; the star is shot; The… — Oliver Wendell Holmes, Jr Copy Share Image
The autumn breeze rises on the shore at Fukiage- and those white chrysanthemums are they flowers? or not? or only breakers on… — Sugawara no Michizane 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
“The house was very quiet, and the fog—we are in November now—pressed against the windows like an excluded ghost.” — E.M. Forster Copy Share Image
“I don’t like autumn. Yes of course, the colors are nice, but they’re the colors of necrosis.” — Hendrik Groen Copy Share Image
When everything that ticked has stopped, and space stares, all around, or grisly frosts, first autumn morns, repeal the beating ground. — Emily Dickinson Copy Share Image
... the spring, the summer, The chilling autumn, angry winter, change Their wonted liveries; and the mazed world By their increase, now… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“All day Ben had felt surrounded by signs too secret to interpret: the dance of decaying leaves in the air, the long… — Ramsey Campbell Copy Share Image
She smashes her knuckles into winter As autumn's wind fades into black She is the saint of all the sinners, the one… — Billie Joe Armstrong Copy Share Image
Of the blessings set before you make your choice, and be content. No man can taste the fruits of autumn while he… — Samuel Johnson Copy Share Image
“The laughter of children filled the crisp air while off-beat rhythms of knocks and door bells mixed with a chorus of "trick… — Amber Newberry Copy Share Image
“they all listened intently and passed the story on in shades as varied as the turning leaves on the autumn beeches; on… — Tessa Harris Copy Share Image
Few people younger than me know that it was once normal to see fields white with mushrooms, or rivers black with eels… — George Monbiot Copy Share Image
“She dreamed of autumn. Of chilly autumn winds and soft fall rains. She could even feel the cool moisture as the rain… — Grace Willows Copy Share Image
“I was only twelve. But I knew how much I loved her. It was that love that comes before all significance of… — Ray Bradbury Copy Share Image
I love borders. August is the border between summer and autumn; it is the most beautiful month I know. Twilight is the… — Tove Jansson Copy Share Image
“There will be snow driving in from all directions, fierce winds, and cold colder than you have ever imagined cold could be,… — Neil Gaiman Copy Share Image
“The Reaper's Harvest by Stewart Stafford Vast underworld gates open on Samhain night, The grail Sun winters there, in paling sight. Unquiet… — Stewart Stafford Copy Share Image
It is noticeable how intuitively in age we go back with strange fondness to all that is fresh in the earliest dawn… — Edward Bulwer-Lytton, 1st Baron Lytton Copy Share Image
“The mellow autumn came, and with it came The promised party, to enjoy its sweets. The corn is cut, the manor full… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
“October Fire In the churchyard, flames, the Burning Bush, a maple touched to fire, by autumn fanned. Were I possessed as Moses… — Bettie M. Sellers Copy Share Image
Divinity must live within herself: Passions of rain, or moods in the falling snow; Grievings in loneliness, or unsubdued Elations when the… — Wallace Stevens Copy Share Image
“She seemed a compound of the autumn leaves and the winter sunshine ...” — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
“In autumn, don’t go to jewelers to see gold; go to the parks!” — Mehmet Murat ildan Copy Share Image
“Autumn breathes in shades of white; cloth of mist dressed fields comfortable.” — sir kristian goldmund aumann Copy Share Image
In autumn, when the leaves are brown, Take pen and ink, and write it down. — Lewis Carroll Copy Share Image