Top 100 Quotes About Autumn
#1. Now Autumn's fire burns slowly along the woods and day by day the dead leaves fall and melt.
William Allingham
#2. O Autumn, laden with fruit, and stained With the blood of the grape, pass not, but sit Beneath my shady roof; there thou may'st rest, And tune thy jolly voice to my fresh pipe; And all the daughters of the year shall dance! Sing now the lusty song of fruit and flowers.
William Blake
#3. 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
#4. When the autumn meets the tranquillity, there you can see the King of the Sceneries!
Mehmet Murat Ildan
#5. There is no such thing as justice, all the best that we can hope for is revenge.
Emilie Autumn
#6. What is the name of your dream? A lovely wooden cottage in the middle of a forest? Or walking in an endless autumn path? What is the name of your dream? Don't give a name, always give a list! Fill yourself with dreams because dream is the path to reality!
Mehmet Murat Ildan
#7. Shut up, cowboy."
Yes, ma'am."
And give me a kiss."
Yes, ma'am.
Autumn Cornwell
#8. I think they look like little pieces of green confetti decorating the grey cement walk and that seems all wrong.
Autumn Doughton
#9. Just as a painter needs light in order to put the finishing touches to his picture, so I need an inner light, which I feel I never have enough of in the autumn.
Leo Tolstoy
#10. Being brave means to know something is scary, difficult, and dangerous, and doing it anyway, because the possibility of winning the fight is worth the chance of losing it.
Emilie Autumn
#11. The goldenrod is yellow,
The corn is turning brown ...
The trees in apple orchards
With fruit are bending down.
Helen Hunt Jackson
#12. When autumn gusts blew in from the Rideau Lakes, parched brown leaves swirled and scattered around the sides of the neglected building, forming mounds like grave-markers, for ghosts of the past, who lingered on the dust-covered dance floor.
Arlene Stafford-Wilson
#13. Autumn Dusk
I saw above a sea of hills
A solitary planet shine,
And there was no one, near or far,
to keep the world from being mine.
Sara Teasdale
#14. A pristine landscape was perfection itself; it was only when you added people that everything changed.
Armistead Maupin
#15. I love to simplify and edit the contents of just about anything, but women's closets hold particular appeal to me. I edit mine about four times a year and hold a yearly 'clothing swap' to encourage my girlfriends to do the same.
Autumn Reeser
#17. Here will I live in the rainy season, here in the autumn and in the summer: thus muses the fool. He realizes not the danger (of death).
Gautama Buddha
#19. The faded glittering in his eyes is like a falling star on a dull autumn's day.
Anna Paszkiewicz
#20. The circus looks abandoned and empty. But you think perhaps you can smell caramel wafting through the evening breeze, beneath the crisp scent of the autumn leaves. A subtle sweetness at the edges of the cold.
Erin Morgenstern
#21. When he touches me, the sky and the earth switch places.
Autumn Doughton
#22. There is a time in the last few days of summer when the ripeness of autumn fills the air.
Rudolfo Anaya
#23. Puff, the Magic Dragon, lived by the sea, and frolicked in the Autumn Mist in a land called Honah Lee, little Jacky Paper loved that rascal Puff, and gave him strings and sealing wax and other fancy stuff.
Peter Yarrow
#24. So, just for one more merry day To the great Tree the leaflets clung, Frolicked and danced and had their way, Upon the autumn breezes swung.
Sarah Chauncey Woolsey
#26. When an autumn leaf meets a beautiful lake, art reaches beyond the unreachable places!
Mehmet Murat Ildan
#27. Let crazy life rush headlong on the highway for others; we shall contemplate the sunflowers, watch them sprout, blossom, fade away. Yesterday they were still giants, but now, in autumn, they are thatch on the roof.
Gyula Krudy
#28. Without 'tis autumn, the wind beats on the pane
With heavy drops, the leaves high upwards sweep.
You take old letters from a crumpled heap,
And in one hour have lived your life again.
Mihai Eminescu
#29. Green is the soul of Spring. Summer may be dappled with yellow, Autumn with orange and Winter with white but Spring is drenched with the colour green.
Paul F. Kortepeter
#30. It is typical of Oxford, I said, to start the new year in autumn.
Evelyn Waugh
#31. Sweet April! many a thought Is wedded unto thee, as hearts are wed; Nor shall they fail, till, to its autumn brought, Life's golden fruit is shed.
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
#33. I'm not stupid. I know exactly what's going on, and I'm not fighting it. If I have to go through this, I will glean from it any small benefit I can receive. I will not fight this. Bring it on. Bring on the cure. Bring on the fucking happy. I'm committed.
Emilie Autumn
#34. 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
#35. There seemed to be a magic all round that fire of big logs quietly smouldering in the woods upon Autumn's discarded robe that lay brilliant there; and it was not the magic of Elfland, nor had Ziroonderel called it up with her wand: it was only a magic of the wood's very own. And
Lord Dunsany
#40. On the motionless branches of some trees, autumn berries hung like clusters of coral beads, as in those fabled orchards where the fruits were jewels ...
Charles Dickens
#41. 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
#42. The spirit of the year, like bacchant crowned, With lighted torch goes careless on his way; And soon bursts into flame the maple's spray, And vines are running fire along the ground.
Edith M. Thomas
#43. Winter
The season between autumn and spring, comprising in the Northern Hemisphere
the coldest months of the year:
December, January and February.
A period of inactivity or decay.
Cecelia Ahern
#44. October, baptize me with leaves! Swaddle me in corduroy and nurse me with split pea soup. October, tuck tiny candy bars in my pockets and carve my smile into a thousand pumpkins. O autumn! O teakettle! O grace!
Rainbow Rowell
#45. I loved you when love was Spring, and May, Loved you when summer deepened into June, and now when autumn yellows all the leaves ...
Vita Sackville-West
#46. Boethius says, nothing is more fleeting than external form, which withers and alters like the flowers of the field at the appearance of autumn;
Umberto Eco
#47. I love Toronto's long autumns, warm with windy swirls of golden spores, redolent with giant, sun-roasted leaves flapping up and down the streets, and horrible winter always seeming far, far off!
Guy Maddin
#48. Finally, she mused that human existence is as brief as the life of autumn grass, so what was there to fear from taking chances with your life?
Mo Yan
#49. Sad that our finest aspiration
Our freshest dreams and meditations,
In swift succession should decay,
Like Autumn leaves that rot away.
Alexander Pushkin
#50. Then summer fades and passes and October comes. We'll smell smoke then, and feel an unexpected sharpness, a thrill of nervousness, swift elation, a sense of sadness and departure.
Thomas Wolfe
#51. Autumn is leaving its mellowness behind for its spiky, rotted stage. Don't remember summer even saying goodbye.
David Mitchell
#53. When you're in a family, it's not clear where one person's story begins and another person's story ends" -Autumn
Claudia Mills
#54. They were simply looking at the sky. In their eyes there was no vision: only the reflection of the blue and the absolute skies of early autumn. Those blue skies though, were unusual skies that I might never see again in my life.
Yukio Mishima
#55. When summer opens, I see how fast it matures, and fear it will be short; but after the heats of July and August, I am reconciled, like one who has had his swing, to the cool of autumn.
Ralph Waldo Emerson
#56. The autumn of 1850 brought an event freighted with deep significance to me. My mother died.
John Sergeant Wise
#57. I could have guessed it all along, cuz now some drama queen is gonna write a song for me
Emilie Autumn
#58. So, what can I bring you back from Autumn's?" "Declan.
Eden Butler
#59. I cut myself because you wouldn't let me cry.
I cried because you wouldn't let me speak.
I spoke because you wouldn't let me shine.
I shone because I thought you loved me ...
Emilie Autumn
#60. In this part of California, there is no fall or spring. Summer drops right into winter, into summer, back and forth. Our idea of autumn is October, where the leaves rapidly go from green to gold to on-the-ground, and it's suddenly freezing.
Kelley York
#61. Whoever has no house now, will never have one.
Whoever is alone will stay alone,
will sit, read, write long letters through the evening,
and wander on the boulevards, up and down,
restlessly, while dry leaves are blowing.
Rainer Maria Rilke
#62. Once in a while i am struck
all over again... by just how blue
the sky appears .. on wind-played
autumn mornings, blue enough
to bruise a heart.
Sanober Khan
#63. As I move to the front office, I bring the warm copies to my face and breathe them in. This is a weird habit of mine - sniffing copies. I do the same thing when I get a new book. What can I say? I have a paper sniffing problem. Things could be worse.
Autumn Doughton
#64. Well I've been locking myself up in my house for some time now Reading and writing and reading and thinking and searching for reasons and missing the seasons The Autumn, the Spring, the Summer, the snow
Colleen Hoover
#65. He looked at her an instant, for the effect of the graceful girlish figure with pale, passionate face and dark eyes full of sorrow, pride and resolution was wonderfully enhanced by the gloom of the great room, and glimpses of a gathering storm in the red autumn sky.
Louisa May Alcott
#66. In fact, I noticed everything about Alex. Like that his left nostril was slightly larger than his right nostril. And the way he ate a Kit Kat bar: chocolate first and then the layers of wafer separately. I could pick his one sneeze in a room full of sneezers.
Autumn Doughton
#67. I don't think people realizemilie-autumn-devils-carnivale that, once you turn your director's cut in, it's no longer yours.
Darren Lynn Bousman
#68. The Mississippi Delta is not always dark with rain. Some autumn mornings, the sun rises over Moon Lake, or Eagle, or Choctaw, or Blue, or Roebuck, all the wide, deep waters of the state, and when it does, its dawn is as rosy with promise and hope as any other.
Lewis Nordan
#69. Every season hath its pleasure; Spring may boast her flowery prime, Yet the vineyard's ruby treasuries Brighten Autumn's sob'rer time.
Thomas Moore
#70. Do you hear that sound? It's the sound of the world ripping apart.
Autumn Doughton
#71. That's it. I've had enough of this talking crap. I reach my hands up. I cup his chin and bring his mouth to mine.
Autumn Doughton
#72. Oh my gosh, I would love to guest star on 'Entourage.'
Autumn Reeser
#73. The trees do not resent autumn nor
does any exemplary thing in nature resent its limitations.
James Joyce
#74. I only sleep with people I love, which is why I have insomnia.
Emilie Autumn
#75. The need to write overshadowed everything. I needed to get down the words more than I needed oxygen to breathe. I was almost feverish with it.
Autumn Doughton
#76. Every Autumn now my thoughts return to snow. Snow is something I identify myself with. Like my father, I am a snow person.
Charlie English
#77. All autumn, the chafe and jar
of nuclear war;
we have talked our extinction to death.
I swim like a minnow
behind my studio window.
Robert Lowell
#78. Language change is not a disease, any more than adolescence, or autumn are illnesses.
Jean Aitchison
#79. There is no season such delight can bring, as summer, autumn, winter and the spring.
William Browne
#80. It's not perfect, but nothing is perfect except for an idea of something," he goes on, "And if we aren't experiencing the world and all we do is think about our idea of the world, then why bother with any of it?
Autumn Doughton
#81. It was the way the autumn day looked into the high windows as it waned; the way the red light, breaking at the close from under a low sombre sky, reached out in a long shaft and played over old wainscots, old tapestry, old gold, old colour.
Henry James
#82. Whatever you want your child to learn, you have to model that every day. There's no more waiting around. Once you have a child, there's no dress rehearsal anymore.
Autumn Reeser
#83. Maybe the problem with lying is that once you start faking it, it's impossible to tell where the make-believe you ends and the real you begins. It's hard to be who you are, but it's even harder to keep up the lie.
Autumn Doughton
#84. Summer
The seasons between spring and autumn, comprising in the Northern Hemisphere
the warmest months of the year: June, July and August.
The period of finest development, perfection, or beauty previous to any decline; the summer of life.
Cecelia Ahern
#85. He'd fill every moment with the seasons he'd found in his heart: hopes like birds on a spring branch; happiness like a warm summer sun; magic like the rising mists of autumn. And best of all, love; love enough for a thousand Christmases.
Clive Barker
#86. Melancholy is kind of sweet sometimes, I think. It's not a negative thing. It's not a mean thing. It's just something that happens in life, like autumn.
Bill Murray
#87. I'm so far gone that I almost lift her face and kiss her on the mouth. I almost admit to her that I'm losing myself. I almost tell her I love her. Insane, I know.
Autumn Doughton
#88. Autumn felt like the whole world was browned and roasted until it was so tender it was about to fall away from the bone.
Sarah Addison Allen
#90. The leaves fall patiently
Nothing remembers or grieves
The river takes to the sea
The yellow drift of leaves.
Sara Teasdale
#91. In spring they lie flat at the first warmth, they ruin my summer and in autumn they smell of women.
Hugo Claus
#92. A feeble orange light was flickering in the allotments, low down near the ground. Laura looked hopefully towards it. It was a huge pumpkin, its flesh brick-red, its mouth cut into a crude gash, candle- flame dancing through slits for eyes. There was no sign of Autumn.
Sanjida Kay
#93. The mystery of God touches us - or does not - in the smallest details: giving a strawberry, with love; receiving a touch, with love; sharing the snapdragon red of an autumn sunset, with love.
Marion Woodman
#94. A new song begins, and in the dark, we listen, letting lyrics about love and suffering and hope fall over us.
Autumn Doughton
#95. Now I realize that the trees blossom in Spring and bear fruit in Summer without seeking praise; and they drop their leaves in Autumn and become naked in Winter without fearing blame.
Khalil Gibran
#96. It was at times like this when I wished people still had old school phones because, more than anything, I wanted to slam mine down.
Autumn Doughton
#97. Baseball is really two sports
the summer game and the autumn game. One is the leisurely pastime of our national mythology. The other is not so gentle.
Thomas Boswell
#98. In my defense, the Easter Bunny is the weakest link in magical lore. I mean, you have to admit that the whole thing is ridiculous. A giant rodent who sneaks into people's homes at night to leave eggs filled with candy? How in the world is that symbolic of the Easter celebration?
Autumn Doughton
#99. Autumn began to run. She felt an icy terror flood through her. He must have been waiting for her. He'd followed her all the way here. To this open, empty place.
He knows where I live.
Sanjida Kay
#100. In the summer heat the reapers say, We have seen her dancing with the autumn leaves, and we saw a drift of snow in her hair.
Kahlil Gibran
