Fall Quotes


I would rather sit on a pumpkin, and have it all to myself, than be crowded on a velvet cushion.

Autumn    Fall    Solitude

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.

Aging    Autumn    Fall    Life    Seasons    Spring    Summer    Time    Winter

Autumn seemed to arrive suddenly that year. The morning of the first September was crisp and golden as an apple.

Apples    Art    Autumn    Color    Fall    Seasons

Autumn...the year's last, loveliest smile."
[
Indian Summer
]

But when fall comes, kicking summer out on its treacherous ass as it always does one day sometime after the midpoint of September, it stays awhile like an old friend that you have missed. It settles in the way an old friend will settle into your favorite chair and take out his pipe and light it and then fill the afternoon with stories of places he has been and things he has done since last he saw you.

'Salem's Lot

Stephen King

'Salem's Lot
Autumn    Fall    Seasons    September    Summer

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.

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

Autumn    Encourage    Fall    Inspirational    Life    Love    Nature    Trees

October, baptize me with leaves! Swaddle me in corduroy and nurse me with split pea soup. October, tuck tiny candy bars in my pockets and carve my smile into a thousand pumpkins. O autumn! O teakettle! O grace!

Attachments

Rainbow Rowell

Attachments
Autumn    Fall    October

At no other time (than autumn) does the earth let itself be inhaled in one smell, the ripe earth; in a smell that is in no way inferior to the smell of the sea, bitter where it borders on taste, and more honeysweet where you feel it touching the first sounds. Containing depth within itself, darkness, something of the grave almost.

Briefe über Cézanne

Rainer Maria Rilke

Briefe über Cézanne
Aroma    Autumn    Fall    Scent    Seasons    Smell

These fragments I have shored against my ruins

Age    Aging    Fall    Nostalgia    Past

That country where it is always turning late in the year. That country where the hills are fog and the rivers are mist; where noons go quickly, dusks and twilights linger, and midnights stay. That country composed in the main of cellars, sub-cellars, coal-bins, closets, attics, and pantries faced away from the sun. That country whose people are autumn people, thinking only autumn thoughts. Whose people passing at night on the empty walks sound like rain.

Autumn    Dark    Fall    Quiet

I was falling. Falling through time and space and stars and sky and everything in between. I fell for days and weeks and what felt like lifetime across lifetimes. I fell until I forgot I was falling.

Endless    Fall    Falling    Falling in love    Sky    Vast

Autumn carries more gold in its pocket than all the other seasons.

Is not this a true autumn day? Just the still melancholy that I love - that makes life and nature harmonise. The birds are consulting about their migrations, the trees are putting on the hectic or the pallid hues of decay, and begin to strew the ground, that one's very footsteps may not disturb the repose of earth and air, while they give us a scent that is a perfect anodyne to the restless spirit. 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."
[
Letter to Miss Lewis
, Oct. 1, 1841]

Autumn    Fall    Nature    Seasons    Weather

August rain: the best of the summer gone, and the new fall not yet born. The odd uneven time.

August    Autumn    Fall    Nature    Seasons    Summer    Time

[T]hat old September feeling, left over from school days, of summer passing, vacation nearly done, obligations gathering, books and football in the air ... Another fall, another turned page: there was something of jubilee in that annual autumnal beginning, as if last year's mistakes had been wiped clean by summer.

Angle of Repose

Wallace Stegner

Angle of Repose

Once you figure out who you are and what you love about yourself, I think it all kind of falls into place.

Fall    Figure    Love    Place    You    Yourself

November comes
And November goes,
With the last red berries
And the first white snows.
With night coming early,
And dawn coming late,
And ice in the bucket
And frost by the gate.
The fires burn
And the kettles sing,
And earth sinks to rest
Until next spring.

He that loves pleasure must for pleasure fall.

And now, my poor old woman, why are you crying so bitterly? It is autumn. The leaves are falling from the trees like burning tears- the wind howls. Why must you mimic them?

Titus Groan

Mervyn Peake

Titus Groan
Autumn    Copy    Cry    Crying    Despair    Fall    Howl    Metaphor    Mimic    Poetic    Rain    Shakespearean    Simile    Wind    Wit

What makes a hero? Courage, strength, morality, withstanding adversity? Are these the traits that truly show and create a hero? Is the light truly the source of darkness or vice versa? Is the soul a source of hope or despair? Who are these so called heroes and where do they come from? Are their origins in obscurity or in plain sight?

Courage    Darkness    Despair    Fall    Heroes    Hope    Rise    Strength

Fall. Stand. Learn. Adapt.

Adapt    Determination    Fall    Kindle    Kindlehighlight    Learn    Stand    Strength    Victory

Days decrease, / And autumn grows, autumn in everything.

Autumn    Fall    Nature

Autumn is as joyful and sweet as an untimely end.

With so many trees in the city, you could see the spring coming each day until a night of warm wind would bring it suddenly in one morning. Sometimes the heavy cold rains would beat it back so that it would seem that it would never come and that you were losing a season out of your life. This was the only truly sad time in Paris because it was unnatural. You expected to be sad in the fall. 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. But you knew there would always be the spring, as you knew the river would flow again after it was frozen. When the cold rains kept on and killed the spring, it was as though a young person had died for no reason.
In those days, though, the spring always came finally but it was frightening that it had nearly failed.

AUTUMNAL
Pale amber sunlight falls across
The reddening October trees,
That hardly sway before a breeze
As soft as summer: summer's loss
Seems little, dear! on days like these.
Let misty autumn be our part!
The twilight of the year is sweet:
Where shadow and the darkness meet
Our love, a twilight of the heart
Eludes a little time's deceit.
Are we not better and at home
In dreamful Autumn, we who deem
No harvest joy is worth a dream?
A little while and night shall come,
A little while, then, let us dream.
Beyond the pearled horizons lie
Winter and night: awaiting these
We garner this poor hour of ease,
Until love turn from us and die
Beneath the drear November trees.

Autumn    Fall    November    October    Seasons

Fall colors are funny. They’re so bright and intense and beautiful. It’s like nature is trying to fill you up with color, to saturate you so you can stockpile it before winter turns everything muted and dreary.

Same Difference

Siobhan Vivian

Same Difference
Autumn    Color    Fall    Nature    Winter

It was comforting to know I had fallen and could fall no farther.

Fall    Fallen    Plath    Sylvia    The bella jar

The autumn leaves blew over the moonlit pavement in such a way as to make the girl who was moving there seem fixed to a sliding walk, letting the motion of the wind and the leaves carry her forward. [...] The trees overhead made a great sound of letting down their dry rain.

Fahrenheit 451

Ray Bradbury

Fahrenheit 451
Autumn    Fall    Imagery

LONDON. Michaelmas Term lately over, and the Lord Chancellor sitting in Lincoln’s Inn Hall. Implacable November weather. As much mud in the streets as if the waters had but newly retired from the face of the earth, and it would not be wonderful to meet a Megalosaurus, forty feet long or so, waddling like an elephantine lizard up Holborn Hill. Smoke lowering down from chimney-pots, making a soft black drizzle, with flakes of soot in it as big as full-grown snow-flakes — gone into mourning, one might imagine, for the death of the sun. Dogs, undistinguishable in mire. Horses, scarcely better; splashed to their very blinkers. Foot passengers, jostling one another’s umbrellas in a general infection of ill-temper, and losing their foot-hold at street-corners, where tens of thousands of other foot passengers have been slipping and sliding since the day broke (if the day ever broke), adding new deposits to the crust upon crust of mud, sticking at those points tenaciously to the pavement, and accumulating at compound interest.
Fog everywhere. Fog up the river, where it flows among green aits and meadows; fog down the river, where it rolls defiled among the tiers of shipping and the waterside pollutions of a great (and dirty) city. Fog on the Essex marshes, fog on the Kentish heights. Fog creeping into the cabooses of collier-brigs; fog lying out on the yards, and hovering in the rigging of great ships; fog drooping on the gunwales of barges and small boats. Fog in the eyes and throats of ancient Greenwich pensioners, wheezing by the firesides of their wards; fog in the stem and bowl of the afternoon pipe of the wrathful skipper, down in his close cabin; fog cruelly pinching the toes and fingers of his shivering little ’prentice boy on deck. Chance people on the bridges peeping over the parapets into a nether sky of fog, with fog all round them, as if they were up in a balloon, and hanging in the misty clouds.
Gas looming through the fog in divers places in the streets, much as the sun may, from the spongey fields, be seen to loom by husbandman and ploughboy. Most of the shops lighted two hours before their time — as the gas seems to know, for it has a haggard and unwilling look.
The raw afternoon is rawest, and the dense fog is densest, and the muddy streets are muddiest near that leaden-headed old obstruction, appropriate ornament for the threshold of a leaden-headed old corporation, Temple Bar. And hard by Temple Bar, in Lincoln’s Inn Hall, at the very heart of the fog, sits the Lord High Chancellor in his High Court of Chancery.

Bleak House

Charles Dickens

Bleak House

Know that transformation sometimes begins with a fall. So never curse the fall.

That time of year thou mayst in me behold
When yellow leaves, or none, or few, do hang
Upon those boughs which shake against the cold,
Bare ruin'd choirs, where late the sweet birds sang.
In me thou seest the twilight of such day
As after sunset fadeth in the west,
Which by and by black night doth take away,
Death's second self, that seals up all in rest.
In me thou see'st the glowing of such fire
That on the ashes of his youth doth lie,
As the death-bed whereon it must expire
Consumed with that which it was nourish'd by.
This thou perceivest, which makes thy love more strong,
To love that well which thou must leave ere long.

Shakespeare's Sonnets

William Shakespeare

Shakespeare's Sonnets

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

Autumn    Fall    Seasons

Our fall was, has always been, and always will be, that we aren’t satisfied in God and what He gives. We hunger for something more, something other.

Bible    Creation    Fall    Hunger    More    Satisfaction    Sin

I was drinking in the surroundings: air so crisp you could snap it with your fingers and greens in every lush shade imaginable offset by autumnal flashes of red and yellow.

Autumn    Crisp    Fall    Imagine    Leaf    Leaves    Orange    Outdoors    Outside    Red

After the keen still days of September, the October sun filled the world with mellow warmth...The maple tree in front of the doorstep burned like a gigantic red torch. The oaks along the roadway glowed yellow and bronze. The fields stretched like a carpet of jewels, emerald and topaz and garnet. Everywhere she walked the color shouted and sang around her...In October any wonderful unexpected thing might be possible.

The Witch of Blackbird Pond

Elizabeth George Speare

The Witch of Blackbird Pond
Autumn    Fall    October

Two sounds of autumn are unmistakable...the hurrying rustle of crisp leaves blown along the street...by a gusty wind, and the gabble of a flock of migrating geese.

Or maybe spring is the season of love and fall the season of mad lust. Spring for flirting but fall for the untamed delicious wild thing.

Autumn    Fall    Flirting    Love    Lust    Seasons    Spring

Are ye the ghosts of fallen leaves, O flakes of snow, For which, through naked trees, the winds A-mourning go?

Autumn    Fall    Foliage    Leaves    Snow    Snowflakes    Winter

It was one of those perfect English autumnal days which occur more frequently in memory than in life.

Autumn    England    Fall    Seasons    Weather

The seasonal urge is strong in poets. Milton wrote chiefly in winter. Keats looked for spring to wake him up (as it did in the miraculous months of April and May, 1819). Burns chose autumn. Longfellow liked the month of September. Shelley flourished in the hot months. Some poets, like Wordsworth, have gone outdoors to work. Others, like Auden, keep to the curtained room. Schiller needed the smell of rotten apples about him to make a poem. Tennyson and Walter de la Mare had to smoke. Auden drinks lots of tea, Spender coffee; Hart Crane drank alcohol. Pope, Byron, and William Morris were creative late at night. And so it goes.

Alcohol    Apple    Apples    April    Auden    Autumn    Burns    Byron    Coffee    De la mare    Fall    Hart crane    Insomnia    Keats    Longfellow    May    Milton    Morris    Night    Nocturnal    Poetry    Poets    Pope    Schiller    Season    Seasons    September    Shelley    Spender    Spring    Tea    Tennyson    Winter    Wordsworth    Writers    Writing

Even in dreams, you could not fall forever.

A Game of Thrones

George R.R. Martin

A Game of Thrones
Bran    Dreams    Fall

The tints of autumn...a mighty flower garden blossoming under the spell of the enchanter, frost.

And the worst thing was, there were no mirrors out there in the wild, so the princess was left wondering whether she in fact was still beautiful... or if the fall had changed the story completely.

Pretties

Scott Westerfeld

Pretties
Beauty    Fall    Princess

Anne reveled in the world of color about her.
"Oh, Marilla," she exclaimed one Saturday morning, coming dancing in with her arms full of gorgeous boughs, "I'm so glad I live in a world where there are Octobers. It would be terrible if we just skipped from September to November, wouldn't it? Look at these maple branches. Don't they give you a thrill--several thrills?

Anne of Green Gables

L.M. Montgomery

Anne of Green Gables


October's Party
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    Fall    October    Seasons    Weather

A moral character is attached to autumnal scenes; the leaves falling like our years, the flowers fading like our hours, the clouds fleeting like our illusions, the light diminishing like our intelligence, the sun growing colder like our affections, the rivers becoming frozen like our lives--all bear secret relations to our destinies.

Autumn    Fall    The fall

Whatever negative things people think and say about you is enough to bring you down provided you belief that it carries a weight that can push you hard. Don't agree to accept what critics say; be prepared to silence them by doing what they think you can't do!

Agree    Belief    Believe    Carry    Critic    Criticise    Critics    Detractors    Discouragements    Enemies    Fail    Failure    Faith    Fall    Food for thought    Hard    Heavy    Insults    Israelmore ayivor    Lower    Negative    Negative people    Prepare    Push    Push hard    Silence    Weight    You can do it

There's nothing happy about love at all!! I would rather have not known real love... if it hurts this much.

A comic    Beat    Chitose    Fall    In love    Like    Manga    Rena    Sakura    Shojo    Tomoya    Viz media    Yagami

Give me juicy autumnal fruit, ripe and red from the orchard."
[
Give me the splendid silent sun
]

Autumn    Fall    Fruit    Seasons

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