#autumn

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. ↗

— George Eliot

#nature #weather #life

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. ↗

— Nora Ephron

#fall #new-york-city #love

I love like a leaf in the wind. Please, hold your applause until the end of the performance (the last day of fall). 
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— Jarod Kintz

#autumn #fall #leaves #love #performance

I met Anne in the autumn... Autumn, that wild season when rural men rack orchard trees with sticks and weep with the desire to kiss faraway Demeter’s supple breasts—to set lips to her travel-swollen eyes. They seek goddesses, but I desired only Anne. ↗

— Roman Payne

#demeter #goddesses #life #mortals #payne

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

— Humbert Wolfe

#seasons #autumn

I trust in nature for the stable laws of beauty and utility. Spring shall plant and autumn garner to the end of time. ↗

— Robert Browning

#beauty #end #garner #i #laws

Autumn is a second spring when every leaf is a flower. ↗

— Albert Camus

#autumn #every #flower #leaf #second

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

— Hal Borland

#autumn #comes #ends #every #every night

Flowers, cold from the dew, And autumn's approaching breath, I pluck for the warm, luxuriant braids, Which haven't faded yet. In their nights, fragrantly resinous, Entwined with delightful mystery, They will breathe in her springlike Extraordinary beauty. But in a whirlwind of sound and fire, From her shing head they will flutter And fall—and before her They will die, faintly fragrant still. And, impelled by faithful longing, My obedient gaze will feast upon them— With a reverent hand, Love will gather their rotting remains. ↗

— Anna Akhmatova

#death #dying #love #transience #beauty

I am saying that in Wales here we have a very clear election commitment and I hope, and I will express this view, I hope that every individual member of the Labour Party, will understand that and will strive to achieve unity so that we can deliver the yes vote in the Autumn. ↗

— Ron Davies

#am #autumn #clear #commitment #deliver