Browsing Topic Best October And Fall Quotes

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

In the entire circle of the year there are no days so delightful as those of a fine October.

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

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.

The season for enjoying the fullness of life – partaking of the harvest, sharing the harvest with others, and reinvesting and saving portions of the harvest for yet another season of growth.

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.

Besides the Autumn poets sing, A few prosaic days, A little this side of the snow, And that side of the Haze…, Grant me, Oh Lord, a sunny mind- Thy windy will to bear!

Change is a measure of time and, in the autumn, time seems speeded up. What was is not and never again will be; what is is change.

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

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 arrives in early morning, but spring at the close of a winter day.

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.

October is the month for painted leaves. Their rich glow now flashes round the world. As fruits and leaves and the day itself acquire a bright tint just before they fall, so the year near its setting. October is its sunset sky; November the later twilight.

Delicious autumn! My very soul is wedded to it.

Autumn arrives in the early morning.

Autumn is the eternal corrective. It is ripeness and color and a time of maturity; but it is also breadth, and depth, and distance. What man can stand with autumn on a hilltop and fail to see the span of his world and the meaning of the rolling hills that reach to the far horizon?

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

Autumn is a season followed immediately by looking forward to spring.

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

The morns are meeker than they were,The nuts are getting brown;The berry’s cheek is plumper,The rose is out of town.The maple wears a gayer scarf,The field a scarlet gown.Lest I should be old-fashioned,I’ll put a trinket on.

By all these lovely tokens September days are here, With summer’s best of weather And autumn’s best of cheer.

Lest I should be old-fashioned,I’ll put a trinket on.

When everything that ticked has stopped, and space stares, all around, or grisly frosts, first autumn morns, repeal the beating ground.

Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness, Close bosom-friend of the maturing sun.

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