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
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
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-cheering Plenty, with her flowing horn, Led yellow Autumn, wreath'd with nodding corn. — Robert Burns 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
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
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
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
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
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
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
Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness, Close bosom-friend of the maturing sun. — John Keats 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
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
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
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
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
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
