Late Autumn Quotes

#1. By late autumn the yard would grow thick with fallen leaves, causing the landlady to heave many deep sighs.

Takashi Hiraide

#2. His hairline had receded from the forehead and his sparse remaining hair recalled a frosty meadow in late autumn.

Haruki Murakami

#3. In two and a half years' trekking across central Asia, I'd become attuned to the late autumn conditions when the hazards of winter can blow in under the cover of darkness.

Tim Cope

#4. His face was smiling, his eyes glittered in the late autumn moonlight, and he emitted a flickering aura that might have triggered seizures in an impartial but sensitive child, and yet he was strangely depressed.

Ryu Murakami

#5. The November evening had a bite; it nibbled not-quite-gently at her cheeks and ears. In Virginia the late autumn was a lover, still, but a dangerous one.

J. Aleksandr Wootton

#6. Coldly, sadly descends The autumn evening. The Field Strewn with its dank yellow drifts Of wither'd leaves, and the elms, Fade into dimness apace, Silent; hardly a shout From a few boys late at their play!

Matthew Arnold

#7. I think that in the immediate aftermath of a superhuman machine intelligence revealing itself, most people would feel very threatened but take solace in the thought that we can always pull the plug.

John L. Casti

#8. It's never too late to have a fling
For autumn is just as nice as spring
And it's never too late to fall in love.

Sandy Wilson

#9. Truly, Autumn is my season," the scarlet beast chorted. "Spring and Summer and Winter all begin with such late letters! But Autumn and Fall, I have loved best, because they are best to love.

Catherynne M Valente

#10. The first breath of autumn was in the air, a prodigal feeling, a feeling of wanting, taking, and keeping before it is too late.

J.L. Carr

#11. The Czechs are downright crazy about mushrooms! In late summer and autumn, a foreigner might even get the impression that the number of sponge-hunting Czechs roaming about in the forests with a punnet largely exceeds the possible number of mushrooms.

Terje B. Englund

#12. Berlin's getting dark before it's getting late.

Charlotte Eriksson

#13. Gardeners celebrate the influence of time. If we have had a late cold spring followed by a desiccating drought, autumn may be the most soft and golden for years; one poor season will sooner or later be compensated for by another.

Susan Hill

#14. Economic localization is the key to sustaining biological and cultural diversity - to sustaining life itself. The sooner we shift towards the local, the sooner we will begin healing our planet, our communities and ourselves.

Helena Norberg-Hodge

#15. Gansey looked angry for approximately the length of time it took for a late butterfly to bluster by them in the autumn breeze.

Maggie Stiefvater

#16. The most available example of how poetry works for a poet is yourself, and yet you'll probably be the last one to know exactly how you're serving the art and how the art is serving you.

Wendell Berry

#17. A writer wasn't a body, just a byline. My words would be sharp and spiky, punchy and pointed; my stories would be swift and lean, sleek and enviable, moving fast and hitting hard. I would not, I vowed, write like a fat girl.

Jennifer Weiner

#18. Maybe late afternoon is autumn; summer's retreat
not being archived, but suspended, as the feathered
vane of a bird wings its way across the avenue.

Michelle Cahill

#19. For a breathtaking moment;
I spoke the language of the fleeing leaves
When the sky is shrouded in darkness
Of incoming Ravens in black plumage.

Kristian Goldmund Aumann

#20. The trees are Indian Princes, But soon they'll turn to Ghosts; The scanty pears and apples Hang russet on the bough; Its Autumn, Autumn, Autumn late, 'Twill soon be Winter now. Robin, Robin Redbreast, O Robin dear! And what will this poor Robin do? For pinching days are near.

William Allingham

#21. When he speaks into my hair, it is barely a whisper. 'Willow, it's never too late. And there's always a way to begin again.

Autumn Doughton

#22. Art is a hot soup in this cold world!

Mehmet Murat Ildan

#23. There is a time in late September when the leaves are still green, and the days are still warm, but somehow you know that it is all about to end, as if summer was holding its breath, and when it let it out again, it would be autumn.

Sharyn McCrumb