Autumn Quote by Babygrl2331

Tears, idle tears, I know not what they mean, Tears from the depths of some devine despair Rise in the heart, and gather to…

— Alfred Lord Tennyson

Tears, idle tears, I know not what they mean, Tears from the depth of some divine despair Rise in the heart, and gather to…

— Alfred Tennyson

“William got up and went over to the window. Outside, the autumn fields lay pleasingly striped with stubble and speckled with partridges.”

— Joanna Trollope

The ascent of any route begins, in dreams at least, the autumn before. Our minds ring, involuntarily, with the alluring names of mountains, aiguilles,…

— Gaston Rebuffat

The lush green of the fields became a rich gold that swayed sturdily under the wind and fell at last before the hands of…

— Martha Ostenso

“Easter blessings All life’s sacrifices like autumn leaves awaken our senses and power to love and be whole Our Mother Earth, Our Father Sky…

— Ramon Ravenswood

He found himself wondering at times, especially in the autumn, about the wild lands, and strange visions of mountains that he had never seen…

— Anonymous

“The crickets felt it was their duty to warn everybody that summertime cannot last for ever. Even on the most beautiful days in the…

— Anonymous

You know how this is: if I look at the crystal moon, at the red branch of the slow autumn at my window, if…

— Pablo Neruda

The measured blood beats out the year's delay.

— Louise Bogan

The trees change their voices in autumn as well as their shapes. No longer do they whisper to one another in muffled tones as…

— Patience Strong

“FALL I've never liked orange not even a hint of yellow though that doesn't mean I'm derange, you know. but it's still a riddle…

— Kynna Claire

“Flowers that had bloomed brilliant from spring through autumn blackened under the killing frost.”

— Nora Roberts

The American spring is by no means so agreeable as the American autumn; both move with faltering step, and slow; but this lingering pace,…

— Frances Trollope

This, at last, was where things were as they ought to be. Everything was in its place -- the tree, the earth underneath, the…

— Jean Liedloff