Delicious autumn! My very soul is wedded to it, and if I were a bird I would fly about
earth seeking the successive autumns.
is a second spring when every leaf is a flower.
of ours is as transient as
autumn clouds. To watch the birth and death of
beings is like looking at the movements of a dance. A lifetime is a flash of lightning in the sky.
Rushing by, like a torrent down a steep mountain.
You should not think that the wisdom of Confucius is lofty and out of reach, or something
that people today can only look up to with reverence. The truths of this world are for ever
plain and simple, in the same way that the sun rises every day in the east, just as spring is
the time for sowing and autumn is the time to harvest. The truths that Confucius gives us
are always the easiest of truths.
With the fall of one leaf we know that autumn has come to the
I cannot endure to waste anything so precious as autumnal sunshine by staying in
Fall is my favorite season in Los Angeles, watching the birds change color and fall from the
Tears, idle tears, I know not what they mean,
Tears from the depths of some devine despair
Rise in the heart, and gather to the eyes,
In looking on the happy autumn fields,
And thinking of the days that are no more.
A man's heart is as changeable as the skies in autumn.
I like spring, but it is too young. I like summer, but it is too proud. So I like best of all
autumn, because its leaves are a little yellow, its tone mellower, its colours richer, and it is
tinged a little with sorrow and a premonition of death. Its golden richness speaks not of the
innocence of spring, nor of the power of summer, but of the mellowness and kindly wisdom of
approaching age. It knows the limitations of life and is content. From a knowledge of those
limitations and its richness of experience emerges a symphony of colours, richer than all, its
green speaking of life and strength, its orange speaking of golden content and its purple of
resignation and death.
Thanksgiving is the winding up of autumn. The leaves are off the trees, except here and
there on a beech or an oak; there is nothing left on the boughs but a few nuts and empty
birds' nests. The earth looks desolate, and it will be a comfort to have the snow on the
ground, and to hear the merry jingle of the sleigh-bells.
Oliver Wendell Holmes Sr.
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.
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.
Summer makes me drowsy. Autumn makes me sing. Winter's pretty lousy, but I hate Spring.
We are reformers in the spring and summer, but in autumn we stand by the old. Reformers in
the morning, and conservers at night.
Ralph Waldo Emerson
Autumn is the mellower season, and what we lose in flowers we more than gain in fruits.
Of all the seasons, autumn offers the most to man and requires the least of him.
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.
Aprils have never meant much to me, autumns seem that season of beginning, spring.
Why is summer mist romantic and autumn mist just sad?
October gave a party;
The leaves by hundreds came -
The Chestnuts, Oaks, and Maples,
And leaves of every name.
The Sunshine spread a carpet,
And everything was grand,
Miss Weather led the dancing,
Professor Wind the band.
Autumn, the year's last, loveliest smile.
We cling to our own point of view, as though everything depended on it. Yet our opinions
have no permanence; like autumn and winter, they gradually pass away.
Autumn mornings: sunshine and crisp air, birds and calmness, year's end and day's
How beautifully leaves grow old. How full of light and color are their last days.
I love the fall. I love it because of the smells that you speak of; and also because things are
dying, things that you don't have to take care of anymore, and the grass stops growing.
Mark Van Doren
Every leaf speaks bliss to me, fluttering from the autumn tree.
Autumn carries more gold in its pocket than all the other seasons.
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!
Nothing is more fleeting than external form, which withers and alters like the flowers of the
field at the appearance of autumn.
I'm so glad I live in a world where there are Octobers.
L. M. Montgomery
The leaves fall, the wind blows, and the farm country slowly changes from the summer
cottons into its winter wools.
I want to say something so embarrassing about September that even the leaves start
blushing and turning red.
I loved autumn, the one season of the year that God seemed to have put there just for the
beauty of it.