#autumn

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

— Chad Sugg

#encourage #fall #inspirational #life #love

Autumn wins you best by this its mute appeal to sympathy for its decay. ↗

— Robert Browning

#autumn #best #decay #mute #sympathy

In spring they lie flat at the first warmth, they ruin my summer and in autumn they smell of women. ↗

— Hugo Claus

#first #flat #lie #ruin #smell

In California in the early Spring, There are pale yellow mornings, when the mist burns slowly into day, The air stings like Autumn, clarifies like pain - Well, I have dreamed this coast myself. ↗

— Robert Hass

#autumn #burns #california #clarifies #coast

The smell of burning firewood and the molding of organic, earthy substances reminded her of jumping wildly into the enormous leaf piles of autumns past and she suddenly wished that it was appropriate for someone her age to do such a thing. ↗

— Abby Slovin

#funny #humor #age

My visit this autumn is an opportunity to continue that rich tradition of visits between Canterbury and Rome. ↗

— Rowan Williams

#between #canterbury #continue #opportunity #rich

What had brought me to New York in the autumn of 1972 was a letter of recommendation written by Norman Mailer, the author of 'The Naked and the Dead' and American literature's leading heavyweight contender, to Dan Wolf, the delphic editor of 'The Village Voice.' ↗

— James Wolcott

#author #autumn #brought #contender #dan

Use what you have, use what the world gives you. Use the first day of fall: bright flame before winter's deadness; harvest; orange, gold, amber; cool nights and the smell of fire. Our tree-lined streets are set ablaze, our kitchens filled with the smells of nostalgia: apples bubbling into sauce, roasting squash, cinnamon, nutmeg, cider, warmth itself. The leaves as they spark into wild color just before they die are the world's oldest performance art, and everything we see is celebrating one last violently hued hurrah before the black and white silence of winter. ↗

— Shauna Niequist

#art

Perhaps because it seems so appropriate, I don't notice the rain. It falls in sheets, a blanket of silvery thread rushing to the hard almost-winter ground. Still, I stand without moving at the side of the coffin. ↗

— Michelle Zink

#coffins #death #funerals #rainy-day #death

As he walked, the sad faded leaves were driven pitilessly around him by the wind, and under the mingling influences of autumn and evening, a craving for the quietude of the grave … overtook him with unwanted intensity. ↗

— Georges Rodenbach

#death #death