Dark Quote by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

But memory is an autumn leaf that murmurs a while in the wind and then is heard no more.

— Khalil Gibran

So the days, the last days, blow about in a memory, hazy autumnal, all alike as leaves: until a day unlike any other I've…

— Truman Capote

“Daylight would have shown a wilderness weathered and blowzy, a wanton that had lived her summer too fast and too greedily. It would have…

— Irvin S. Cobb

All it has experienced, tasted, suffered: The course of years, generations of animals, Oppression, recovery, friendship of sun and - Wind Will pour forth…

— Hermann Hesse

The rustling of the leaves is like a low hymn to nature.

— James Ellis

The shed of leaves became a cascade of red and gold and after a time the trees stood skeletal against a sky of weathered…

— James Carlos Blake

“The soft scent of freshly fallen leaves tenderly permeated a forest ignited to a flaming brilliance with sizzling reds, burning oranges, and electric yellows.…

— Craig D. Lounsbrough

Are ye the ghosts of fallen leaves, O flakes of snow, For which, through naked trees, the winds A-mourning go?

— Anonymous

“It was one of those autumn mornings which are devoid of melancholy, when the weather seems to be cleaning its house. A broom of…

— Rebecca West

Leaves and bark, leaves and bark, To lean against and hear in the dark. Petals I may have once pursued. Leaves are all my…

— Robert Frost

“Dazed, she glanced around; the dark shapes of huge leaves reared above the denser dark of heavy pots, grouped upon a tiled floor. Moonlight…

— Stephanie Laurens

The woods always look different at night...as if the daytime trees and flowers and stones had gone to bed and sent slightly more ominous…

— Suzanne Collins