Summer To Fall Quotes

Spring passes and one remembers one’s innocence.

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.

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.

There is no season such delight can bring, as summer, autumn, winter and the 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.

Once more the liberal year laughs out O’er richer stores than gems or gold: Once more with harvest song and shout Is nature’s boldest triumph told.

You choose the end of the summer to fall in love with this guy because secretly, you don’t want it to last.

Listen! the wind is rising, and the air is wild with leaves, we have had our summer evenings, now for October eves!

There is a harmony In autumn, and a luster in its sky…

There ought to be gardens for all months in the year, in which, severally, things of beauty may be then in season.

Summer ends, and Autumn comes, and he who would have it otherwise would have high tide always and a full moon every night.

Lo! sweeten’d with the summer light,
The full-juiced apple, waxing over-mellow,
Drops in a silent autumn night.
All its allotted length of days
The flower ripens in its place,
Ripens and fades, and falls, and hath no toil,
Fast-rooted in the fruitful soil.

O, wind, if winter comes, can spring be far behind?

The foliage has been losing its freshness through the month of August, and here and there a yellow leaf shows itself like the first gray hair amidst the locks of a beauty who has seen one season too many.

By all these lovely tokens September days are here, With summer’s best of weather And autumn’s best of cheer.

Glorious are the woods in their latest gold and crimson,
Yet our full-leaved willows are in the freshest green.
Such a kindly autumn, so mercifully dealing
With the growths of summer, I never yet have seen.

For man, autumn is a time of harvest, of gathering together. For nature, it is a time of sowing, of scattering abroad.