October And Fall Quotes by Eric Sloane, Nathaniel Hawthorne, Carl Sandburg, Backseat Goodbye, John Donne, Helen Hunt Jackson and many others.
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.
There is no season when such pleasant and sunny spots may be lighted on, and produce so pleasant an effect on the feelings as now in October.
Corn wind in the fall, come off the black lands, come off the whisper of the silk hangers, the lap of the flat spear leaves.
Love the trees until their leaves fall off, then encourage them to try again next year.
No spring nor summer beauty hath such grace as I have seen in one autumnal face.
By all these lovely tokens September days are here, With summer’s best of weather And autumn’s best of cheer.
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.
Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness, Close bosom-friend of the maturing sun.
Youth is like spring, an over praised season more remarkable for biting winds than genial breezes. Autumn is the mellower season, and what we lose in flowers we more than gain in fruits.
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.
The sweet calm sunshine of October, now
Warms the low spot; upon its grassy mold
The pur0ple oak-leaf falls; the birchen bough
drops its bright spoil like arrow-heads of gold.
Warms the low spot; upon its grassy mold
The pur0ple oak-leaf falls; the birchen bough
drops its bright spoil like arrow-heads of gold.
October’s gold is dim — the forests rot, The weary rain falls ceaseless, while the day Is wrapped in damp.
Listen! the wind is rising, and the air is wild with leaves, we have had our summer evenings, now for October eves!
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.
The falling leaves drift by the window The autumn leaves of red and gold…. I see your lips, the summer kisses The sunburned hands, I used to hold Since you went away, the days grow long And soon I’ll hear ol’ winter’s song. But I miss you most of all my darling, When autumn leaves start to fall.
For man, autumn is a time of harvest, of gathering together. For nature, it is a time of sowing, of scattering abroad.
Autumn wins you best by this its mute appeal to sympathy for its decay.
