Crisp Autumn Air Quotes

#1. She breathed in the crisp autumn air, hoping the loveliness of nature would somehow cleanse her soul and overshadow her sorrow.

J.E.B. Spredemann

#2. If there is to be peace in our industrial life let the employer recognize his obligation to his employees - at least to the degree set forth in existing statutes.

John L. Lewis

#3. I was drinking in the surroundings: air so crisp you could snap it with your fingers and greens in every lush shade imaginable offset by autumnal flashes of red and yellow.

Wendy Delsol

#4. Rain on roof outside window, gray light, deep covers and warm blankets. Rain and nip of autumn in air; nostalgia, itch to work better and bigger. That crisp edge of autumn.

Sylvia Plath

#5. Likewise, in any social hierarchy, people unsure of their own position will try to emphasize it by maltreating those they think rank below. I've read that this is why poor whites in the United States are the group most hostile to blacks.

Paul Graham

#6. There is always something new coming out of Africa.

Aristotle.

#7. Everyone deserves another chance. Especially the people who mean the most to you.

Colleen Hoover

#8. I don't want to talk about intelligence matters. I will say, however, that intelligence-community estimates should not become public in the way of this city and in the way of Congress.

Warren Christopher

#9. The air's crisp with the smell of autumn, and the first few leaves have started to change color. The streets have that family-friendly feel. Store windows already have pumpkins and witches' hats in them.

Adriana Mather

#10. He was singing a hillbilly song that sounded half like a love song and half like a hymn.

Flannery O'Connor

#11. The simple fact is that we must not-and we will not-surrender our borders to those who wish to exploit our history of compassion and justice.

William J. Clinton

#12. A few days ago I walked along the edge of the lake and was treated to the crunch and rustle of leaves with each step I made. The acoustics of this season are different and all sounds, no matter how hushed, are as crisp as autumn air.

Eric Sloane

#13. The autumn twilight turned into deep and early night as they walked. Tristran could smell the distant winter on the air
a mixture of night-mist and crisp darkness and the tang of fallen leaves.

Neil Gaiman

#14. They're tracking the energy abnormalities, above and beyond what runs through Henrietta, and right now, they point right at him." He looked at Ronan.

Gansey, who had looked aghast at the idea of the Gray Man having to abandon his books, frowned even deeper.

Maggie Stiefvater

#15. the air had that magically still quality common in autumn. The whole world felt crisp and bright, and time seemed suspended.

Deborah Harkness