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.— Robert Frost
Emotional Autumn Love quotations
Clothes make a statement. Costumes tell a story.
The garden of love is green without limit and yields many fruits other than sorrow or joy. Love is beyond either condition: without spring, without autumn, it is always fresh.
I loved you when love was Spring, and May, Loved you when summer deepened into June, and now when autumn yellows all the leaves.
Every leaf speaks bliss to me, fluttering from the autumn tree.
Autumn leaves falling down like pieces into place, and I can picture it after all these days.
It looked like the world was covered in a cobbler crust of brown sugar and cinnamon.
The Sussex lanes were very lovely in the autumn .
.. spendthrift gold and glory of the year-end ... earth scents and the sky winds and all the magic of the countryside which is ordained for the healing of the soul.
As the days grow short, some faces grow long.
But not mine. Every autumn, when the wind turns cold and darkness comes early, I am suddenly happy. It's time to start making soup again.
Autumn, the year's last, loveliest smile.
I loved autumn, the one season of the year that God seemed to have put there just for the beauty of it.
When you fall in love with a work of art, you’d die to meet the artist.
I am a student of the galleries of Pacific sunsets, full moon rises on the ocean, the clouds from an airplane, autumn forests in Raleigh, first fallen snows. And I’m dying to meet the artist.
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.
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.
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.
It was a beautiful bright autumn day, with air like cider and a sky so blue you could drown in it.
Even the air feels different on Halloween, autumn-crisp and bright.
Love is a flower that grows in any soil, works its sweet miracles undaunted by autumn frost or winter snow, blooming fair and fragrant all the year, and blessing those who give and those who receive.
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.
Love the trees until their leaves fall off, then encourage them to try again next year.
Autumn that year painted the countryside in vivid shades of scarlet, saffron and russet, and the days were clear and crisp under harvest skies.
October is nature's funeral month. Nature glories in death more than in life. The month of departure is more beautiful than the month of coming - October than May. Every green thin loves to die in bright colors.
Don't you love New York in the fall? It makes me want to buy school supplies.
I would send you a bouquet of newly sharpened pencils if I knew your name and address.
By all these lovely tokens September days are here, With summer's best of weather And autumn's best of cheer.
Autumn carries more gold in its pocket than all the other seasons.
I love the autumn for its sense of melancholy seems to strike my need for sadness. There is poetry in the dying of the year and mystery as well.
I'm so glad I live in a world where there are Octobers.
A strip of water's spread in the setting sun, Half the river's emerald, half is red. I love the third night of the ninth month, The dew is like a pearl; the moon like a bow.
There is a child in every one of us who is still a trick-or-treater looking for a brightly-lit front porch.
There is a harmony In autumn, and a luster in its sky...
Autumn is the hardest season. The leaves are all falling, and they're falling like they're falling in love with the ground.
I put quite a few trees in last autumn.
A lot of silver birch and a couple of native trees - just generally doing gardening, putting plants in and hedges in. It takes quite a lot of time and I love it.
In spring when maple buds are red, We turn the clock an hour ahead;
Which means, each April that arrives, We lose an hour out of our lives. Who cares? When autumn birds in flocks Fly southward, back we turn the clocks, And so regain a lovely thing That missing hour we lost in spring.
It's never too late to have a fling For autumn is just as nice as spring And it's never too late to fall in love.
Ye flowers that drop, forsaken by the spring, Ye birds that, left by summer, cease to sing, Ye trees that fade, when Autumn heats remove, Say, is not absence death to those who love?