Autumn Love Quotes

All-cheering Plenty, with her flowing horn, Led yellow Autumn, wreath'd with nodding corn.

Part of you died each year when the leaves fell from the trees and their branches were bare against the wind and the cold, wintry light.

You expected to be sad in the fall. Part of you died each year when the leaves fell from the trees and their branches were bare against the wind and the cold, wintery light. But you knew there would always be the spring, as you knew the river would flow again after it was frozen. When the cold rains kept on and killed the spring, it was as though a young person died for no reason.

It looked like the world was covered in a cobbler crust of brown sugar and cinnamon.

I trust in nature for the stable laws of beauty and utility. Spring shall plant and autumn garner to the end of time.

I loved autumn, the one season of the year that God seemed to have put there just for the beauty of it.

Autumn is the hardest season. The leaves are all falling, and they're falling like they're falling in love with the ground.

I cannot endure to waste anything as precious as autumn sunshine by staying in the house. So I spend almost all the daylight hours in the open air.

For man, autumn is a time of harvest, of gathering together. For nature, it is a time of sowing, of scattering abroad.

Love the trees until their leaves fall off, then encourage them to try again next year.

Autumn carries more gold in its pocket than all the other seasons.

Autumn is the mellower season, and what we lose in flowers we more than gain in fruits.

Youth is like spring, an over praised season more remarkable for biting winds than genial breezes. Autumn is the mellower season, and what we lose in flowers we more than gain in fruits.

There is a harmony In autumn, and a luster in its sky...

Delicious autumn! My very soul is wedded to it, and if I were a bird I would fly about the earth seeking the successive autumns.

Autumn that year painted the countryside in vivid shades of scarlet, saffron and russet, and the days were clear and crisp under harvest skies.

My sorrow, when she's here with me, thinks these dark days of autumn rain are beautiful as days can be; she loves the bare, the withered tree; she walks the sodden pasture lane.

Is not this a true autumn day? Just the still melancholy that I love - that makes life and nature harmonise. The birds are consulting about their migrations, the trees are putting on the hectic or the pallid hues of decay, and begin to strew the ground, that one's very footsteps may not disturb the repose of earth and air, while they give us a scent that is a perfect anodyne to the restless spirit. Delicious autumn! My very soul is wedded to it, and if I were a bird I would fly about the earth seeking the successive autumns.

Fall has always been my favorite season. The time when everything bursts with its last beauty, as if nature had been saving up all year for the grand finale.

I'm so glad I live in a world where there are Octobers.

Delicious autumn! My very soul is wedded to it.

It was a beautiful bright autumn day, with air like cider and a sky so blue you could drown in it.

Autumn, the year's last, loveliest smile.

Every leaf speaks bliss to me, fluttering from the autumn tree.

The falling leaves drift by the window The autumn leaves of red and gold.... I see your lips, the summer kisses The sunburned hands, I used to hold Since you went away, the days grow long And soon I'll hear ol' winter's song. But I miss you most of all my darling, When autumn leaves start to fall.

Autumn is a second spring when every leaf is a flower.

There is a harmony in autumn, and a luster in its sky, which through the summer is not heard or seen, as if it could not be, as if it had not been!

Autumn seemed to arrive suddenly that year. The morning of the first September was crisp and golden as an apple.

Autumn wins you best by this its mute appeal to sympathy for its decay.

There is something incredibly nostalgic and significant about the annual cascade of autumn leaves.

Listen! the wind is rising, and the air is wild with leaves, we have had our summer evenings, now for October eves!

But then fall comes, kicking summer out on its treacherous ass as it always does one day sometime after the midpoint of September, it stays awhile like an old friend that you have missed. It settles in the way an old friend will settle into your favorite chair and take out his pipe and light it and then fill the afternoon with stories of places he has been and things he has done since last he saw you.