Quotes on Fall Season

There ought to be gardens for all months in the year, in which, severally, things of beauty may be then in season.

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

Wild is the music of autumnal winds Amongst the faded woods.

Corn wind in the fall, come off the black lands, come off the whisper of the silk hangers, the lap of the flat spear leaves.

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.

The leaves fall, the wind blows, and the farm country slowly changes from the summer cottons into its winter woods.

Life starts all over again when it gets crisp in the fall.

I would rather sit on a pumpkin and have it all to myself, than be crowded on a velvet cushion.

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

Our judgment ripens; our imagination decays. We cannot at once enjoy the flowers of the Spring of life and the fruits of its Autumn.

Lo! sweeten'd with the summer light,_x000D_ _x000D_ The full-juiced apple, waxing over-mellow,_x000D_ _x000D_ Drops in a silent autumn night._x000D_ _x000D_ All its allotted length of days_x000D_ _x000D_ The flower ripens in its place,_x000D_ _x000D_ Ripens and fades, and falls, and hath no toil,_x000D_ _x000D_ Fast-rooted in the fruitful soil.

No spring nor summer beauty hath such grace as I have seen in one autumnal face.

I prefer winter and fall, when you feel the bone structure of the landscape. Something waits beneath it; the whole story doesn't show.

Delicious autumn! My very soul is wedded to it.

The tints of autumn...a mighty flower garden blossoming under the spell of the enchanter, frost.

The autumn always gets me badly, as it breaks into colours. I want to go south, where there is no autumn, where the cold doesn't crouch over one like a snow-leopard waiting to pounce.

Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness, Close bosom-friend of the maturing sun; Conspiring with him how to load and bless With fruit the vines that round the thatch-eves run; To bend with apples the moss’d cottage-trees, And fill all fruit with ripeness to the core; To swell the gourd, and plump the hazel shells With a sweet kernel; to set budding more, And still more, later flowers for the bees, Until they think warm days will never cease, For Summer has o’er-brimm’d their clammy cells.

It was one of those perfect English autumnal days which occur more frequently in memory than in life.

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.

To be interested in the changing seasons is a happier state of mind than to be hopelessly in love with spring.

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