I cannot endure to waste anything as precious as autumn sunshine by staying in the house. So I spend almost all the… — Nathaniel Hawthorne Copy Share Image
All-cheering Plenty, with her flowing horn, Led yellow Autumn, wreath'd with nodding corn. — Robert Burns Copy Share Image
A breath, whence no man knows, Swaying the grating weeds, it blows; It comes, it grieves, it goes. Once it rocked the… — John Vance Cheney Copy Share Image
Then summer fades and passes and October comes. We'll smell smoke then, and feel an unexpected sharpness, a thrill of nervousness, swift… — Thomas Wolfe Copy Share Image
Our judgment ripens; our imagination decays. We cannot at once enjoy the flowers of the Spring of life and the fruits of… — Thomas B. Macaulay Copy Share Image
I've never known anyone yet who doesn't suffer a certain restlessness when autumn rolls around... We're all eight years old again and… — Sue Grafton Copy Share Image
The morns are meeker than they were, The nuts are getting brown; The berry's cheek is plumper, The rose is out of… — Emily Dickinson Copy Share Image
The season for enjoying the fullness of life - partaking of the harvest, sharing the harvest with others, and reinvesting and saving… — Denis Waitley Copy Share Image
The falling leaves drift by the window The autumn leaves of red and gold… I see your lips, the summer kisses The… — Johnny Mercer Copy Share Image
It gives you a good feeling. Each year, you rediscover in a garden the magic of life. A flower arrives, and it… — Hubert de Givenchy 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 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
The autumn always gets me badly, as it breaks into colours. I want to go south, where there is no autumn, where… — D. H. Lawrence 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
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
Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness, Close bosom-friend of the maturing sun. — John Keats 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
The foliage has been losing its freshness through the month of August, and here and there a yellow leaf shows itself like… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
If winter is slumber and spring is birth, and summer is life, then autumn rounds out to be reflection. It's a time… — Mitchell Burgess Copy Share Image
Now Autumn's fire burns slowly along the woods, And day by day the dead leaves fall and melt, And night by night… — William Allingham Copy Share Image
What visionary tints the year puts on, When falling leaves falter through motionless air Or numbly cling and shiver to be gone!… — James Russell Lowell Copy Share Image
O Autumn, laden with fruit, and stained With the blood of the grape, pass not, but sit Beneath my shady roof; there… — William Blake Copy Share Image
The leaves fall, the wind blows, and the farm country slowly changes from the summer cottons into its winter woods. — Henry Beston Copy Share Image
“There is something incredibly nostalgic and significant about the annual cascade of autumn leaves.” — Joe L. Wheeler Copy Share Image
In the entire circle of the year there are no days so delightful as those of a fine October. — Alexander Smith Copy Share Image
Ah, nut-brown partridges! Ah, brilliant pheasants! And ah, ye poachers!--'Tis no sport for peasants. — Lord Byron Copy Share Image
Change is a measure of time and, in the autumn, time seems speeded up. What was is not and never again will… — Edwin Way Teale Copy Share Image
It looked like the world was covered in a cobbler crust of brown sugar and cinnamon. — Sarah Addison Allen Copy Share Image
