Autumn Quotes Quotes

“It was the golden time of year. Every day the leaves grew brighter, the air sharper, the grass more brilliant. The sunsets seemed to expand and melt and stretch for hours, and the brick façades glowed pink, and everything got bluer. How many perfect autumns did a person get?”
― Elif Batuman, Either/Or

“Autumn has arrived. I hear it in the whispering of leaves.”
― Anujj Elviis

“I think the seasons complete me-
for once autumn comes
I can fall freely
along with every leave.
I do not have to bloom,
yet, I must die
in every delicate line of October.”
― Laura Chouette

“I like winter just as summer. I love autumn and spring. Each season has its own bliss.”
― Anoir Ou-Chad

“Autumn is a beautiful but sad poem that dying leaves recite with great enthusiasm so that the world will remember them as they bid farewell to the world!”
― Mehmet Murat ildan

“Fall comes with different colors to challenge a green Summer”
― Neamat Alishiryan

“Sometimes one is stuck helplessly between autumn and winter: One does not want autumn to end, but one does not want to miss the beauties of winter either.”
― Mehmet Murat ildan

“Many say autumn is by far the most spectacular season in Lanark County. During these brief few weeks Mother Nature paints our landscape with her most vivid palette, colouring our trees with broad strokes of the richest crimsons, fiery oranges, and the sunniest yellows, leaving no doubt in anyone's mind that these sugar maples are the crown jewels of our forests.”
― Arlene Stafford-Wilson, Lanark County Comfort

“If, of all the seasons, there is a season in which a person completely forgets himself and constantly watches the magical environment, it is undoubtedly autumn!”
― Mehmet Murat ildan

“Susan, you are like autumn leaves falling to the ground, and I love the gravitational force pulling you closer to me.”
― Rolf van der Wind

“Autumn leaves fall from the tree, disappear with the wind, but then reappear on the tree and disappear again. Memories are like that, first they fall off the tree of the mind and disappear, and then they reappear and disappear again!”
― Mehmet Murat ildan

“There was not a human soul near. Sad October and her saddest self seemed the only two existences haunting that lane.”
― Thomas Hardy , Tess of the D'Urbervilles

“The little trees, the sapling sugar maples and the baby red oaks squatting close to the ground, were the first to turn, as if green were a feat of strength, and the smallest weaken first.

Early in October, the Virginia creeper had suddenly drenched in alizarin crimson the tumbled boulder wall at the back of her property, where the bog began; the drooping parallel daggers of the sumac then showed a red suffused with orange.

Like the slow sound of a great gong, yellow overspread the woods, from the tan of beech and ash to the hickory’s spotty gold and the Hat butter color of the mitten-shaped leaves of the sassafras, mitten that can have a thumb or two or none.”
― John Updike, A&P: Lust in the Aisles

“Some leaves are already shining yellow;
the mild sound of the approaching autumn sings us its first song.”
― Sir Kristian Goldmund Aumann

“Endless flocks of honking geese surged across cool September skies announcing to all below that Lanark County's warmest briefest season was coming to an end.”
― Arlene Stafford-Wilson, Lanark County Comfort

“Our bathing suits, waving like summer flags on the clothesline were begrudgingly packed away, and replaced with long-sleeved sweaters and woolly socks.”
― Arlene Stafford-Wilson, Lanark County Comfort

“The leaves are falling
And it is Libra season.
The roads will be smokey, icy looking
Just like the blue in your eyes.

(From the Music single “Autumn reminds me of you.”)”
― Scarlet Jei Saoirse

“Leaves crumble under my feet as I walk, the scent of fallen apples and damp soil in air, the shadowlands felt in the mist hanging over the fields, ancient whispers awaken the night.”
― Solstice

“A raindrop glistened
on a lump in his earlobe.
Autumn lurked her tongue out
and caressed it impishly.”
― Bhuwan Thapaliya

“When autumn comes, we do not want it to go, but then we will be doing an injustice to winter, spring and summer! Excess in love and exaggeration in love creates other injustices!”
― Mehmet Murat ildan

“God has designed the world in a way that illustrates 'yet'; the green leaves lose their colour, but reveal one true colour that's been there all along.”
― Rachael Newham, And Yet: Finding Joy in Lament

“I feel you calling, in the autumn sweet transformation.
I have reached my brightest green to the gold burning sun.
I have folded my colours into the wind,
bright colours taken to the sky.
My silk has gone to moisture in the rising atmosphere
and I am your colours again, deep and warm.
I hear your calling and I answer,
I come back to you, to slip inside the dark.
Will I be found by the decaying things?
Will I be found by the roots and drunk by tree and flower?
Will I slip and mingle and roll along,
find my way to a river and with it dance,
and give myself in a sigh to the ocean?
Will I scatter, a few fragments of sand –
my body to glisten beneath a caress of moonlight
as I make my way towards no more
as I find my way to forever”
― Tamara Rendell, Mystical Tides

“A song of longing
carolled through the autumn breeze.
Ambling auburn leaves.

(Haiku)”
― Monika Ajay Kaul

“Summer leaves sulkily with rains.
Winter sets off gaily leaving spring behind.
Autumn walks a fine line.

(Haiku)”
― Monika Ajay Kaul

“Tell me, O' Lovely Autum,
how to wilt and change. Come, show me
how to smile, while I say goodbye.

(Haiku)”
― Monika Ajay Kaul

“Tell me, O' Lovely Autumn,
how to wilt and change. Come, show me
how to smile, while I say goodbye.

(Haiku)”
― Monika Ajay Kaul

“You sing as you fall ; O' Lovely Fall !
Like on an orchestra, a euphony.
Music of change and lyrics of endurance.

(Pruntiform Acrostic)”
― Monika Ajay Kaul

“After savouring a riot of hues
you find pleasure in bland pastels.
From a magic spell to
naked stark Truth..

O' Assiduous Autumn',
you endure it all.”
― Monika Ajay Kaul

“Summer’s departure had given birth to a new season.”
― Soroosh Shahrivar, Tajrish

“Forgiveness is beautiful, just like a bright autumn afternoon.”
― Bhuwan Thapaliya, Safa Tempo: Poems New & Selected