Quotations About / On: AUTUMN

Quotations About / On: AUTUMN
Vernon Duke
Autumn in New York, why does it seem so inviting?
kassem oude
Bulbs of Autumn fruits are too sweet or too rotten.
anita sharma
i am the autumn wind
Susan Williams
Every autumn we learn the same lesson- we can't live in the past, it's 'leaving'.
UNNIKRISHNAN E S
Autumn, the Evil Spell of the Hades
Mihaela Pirjol
‘Autumn is a marvellous display of death.'
Ralph Waldo Emerson
We are reformers in spring and summer; in autumn and winter, we stand by the old; reformers in the morning, conservers at night.
Herman Melville
The dinner-hour is the summer of the day: full of sunshine, I grant; but not like the mellow autumn of supper.
Albert Camus
I have no more patience for this Europe where Autumn wears the face of Spring and Spring reeks of misery.
Angela Carter
Sad; so sad, those smoky-rose, smoky-mauve evenings of late Autumn, sad enough to pierce the heart.
H.L. (Henry Lewis) Mencken
Chopin—Two embalmers at work upon a minor poet ... the scent of tuberoses ... Autumn rain.
Samuel Butler(novelist)
"Autumn is the mellower season, and what we lose in flowers we more than gain in fruits."
Hanan Muzafar
Lost in autumn breeze, where to go to find solitude; when everything is filled with calm sorrow.
Shah Asad Rizvi
Beginnings of youth to the growth of adolescence till autumn of life; every step journeyed with blossomed smiles wearing my dancing shoes.
Joseph Spence Sr
Beauty so blissful. Awesome aesthetic quality. Glowing like blooming autumn leaves.
Nkwachukwu Ogbuagu
There are five seasons: spring, summer, autumn, winter... and hard times. ~ Nkwachukwu Ogbuagu -Nkwachukwu Ogbuagu
Henry David Thoreau
That night was the turning-point in the season. We had gone to bed in summer, and we awoke in autumn; for summer passes into autumn in some imaginable point of time, like the turning of a leaf.
Henry David Thoreau
All the hills blush; I think that autumn must be the best season to journey over even the Green Mountains. You frequently exclaim to yourself, What red maples!
John Cheever
A lonely man is a lonesome thing, a stone, a bone, a stick, a receptacle for Gilbey's gin, a stooped figure sitting at the edge of a hotel bed, heaving copious sighs like the autumn wind.
Robert Frost
“My sorrow, when shes 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.”

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