For man, autumn is a time of harvest, of gathering together. For nature, it is a time of sowing, of scattering abroad.— Edwin Way Teale
Vibrant Autumn Season quotations
It is a great thing to know the season for speech and the season for silence.
The winter will be short, the summer long, The autumn amber-hued, sunny and hot, Tasting of cider and of scuppernong; All seasons sweet, but autumn best of all. The squirrels in their silver fur will fall Like falling leaves, like fruit, before your shot.
No shade, no shine, no butterflies, no bees, No fruits, no flowers, no leaves, no birds - November!
Autumn is a second spring where every leaf is a flower.
True men" ... are strong willed, have dignity in their demeanor, serenity in their expression. They are cool like autumn, warm like spring. Their passions arise like the four seasons, in harmony with the ten thousand creatures, and no one knows their limits.
Every leaf speaks bliss to me, fluttering from the autumn tree.
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.
Delicious autumn! My very soul is wedded to it. And if I was a bird I would fly about the earth seeking the successive autumns.
I loved autumn, the one season of the year that God seemed to have put there just for the beauty of it.
Autumn, the year's last, loveliest smile.
There is no season such delight can bring, as summer, autumn, winter and the spring.
Love is like roses. It blooms one season and dies next.
Autumn truly is what summer pretends to be: the best of all seasons.
It is as glorious as summer is tedious; as subtle as summer is obvious; as refreshing as summer is wearying. Autumn seems like paradise.
Delicious autumn! My very soul is wedded to it.
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.
Seasons change, but people don't
Spring passes and one remembers one's innocence.
Summer passes and one remembers one's exuberance. Autumn passes and one remembers one's reverence. Winter passes and one remembers one's perseverance.
Life starts all over again when it gets crisp in the fall.
Every year, in November, at the season that follows the hour of the dead, the crowning and majestic hours of autumn, I go to visit the chrysanthemums ... They are indeed, the most universal, the most diverse of flowers.
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.
In the entire circle of the year there are no days so delightful as those of a fine October.
I prefer winter and fall, when you feel the bone structure of the landscape.
Something waits beneath it; the whole story doesn't show.
I notice that Autumn is more the season of the soul than of nature.
In the other gardens And all up the vale, From the autumn bonfies See the smoke trail! Pleasant summer over And all the summer flowers, The red fire blazes, the grey smoke towers. Sing a song of seasons! Something bright in all, Flowers in the summer Fires in the fall!
Then summer fades and passes and October comes.
We'll smell smoke then, and feel an unexpected sharpness, a thrill of nervousness, swift elation, a sense of sadness and departure.
Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness, Close bosom-friend of the maturing sun.
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.
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.
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.
Autumn burned brightly, a running flame through the mountains, a torch flung to the trees.
Spring comes with flowers, autumn with the moon, summer with the breeze, winter with snow. When idle concerns don't fill your thoughts, that's your best season.
Nature gives to every time and season some beauties of its own.
There are having flowers in Spring, breezes in Summer, moon in Autumn, snows in Winter. If there is nothing worrying over you, it will be the best seasons at all times.
Autumn carries more gold in its pocket than all the other seasons.
Why is it that so many of us persist in thinking that autumn is a sad season? Nature has merely fallen asleep, and her dreams must be beautiful if we are to judge by her countenance.
I'm so glad I live in a world where there are Octobers.
When everything that ticked has stopped, and space stares, all around, or grisly frosts, first autumn morns, repeal the beating ground.
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.