Autumn Quotes
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Autumn rain, autumn wind, they make one die of sorrow.
Qiu Jin
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Glorious are the woods in their latest gold and crimson.
William Cullen Bryant
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It gives you a good feeling. Each year, you rediscover in a garden the magic of life. A flower arrives, and it is a miracle. The leaves fall in the autumn, and it looks fantastic. There is a tenderness about a garden, and you can't help but be sensitive to that.
Hubert de Givenchy
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When, in the autumn of 1947, I was fired from the first and only job I have ever held, I wanted one thing out of life: to become a writer.
William Styron
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Coldly, sadly descends The autumn evening. The Field Strewn with its dank yellow drifts Of wither’d leaves, and the elms, Fade into dimness apace, Silent;-hardly a shout From a few boys late at their play!
Matthew Arnold
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As long as autumn lasts, I shall not have hands, canvas and colors enough to paint the beautiful things I see.
Vincent Van Gogh
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Autumn lingered on as if fond of its own perfection.
Winston Grime
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I know people, I know towns, farms, hills and rivers and rocks, I know how the sun at sunset in autumn falls on the side of a certain plowland in the hills; but what is the sense of giving a boundary to all that, of giving a name and ceasing to love where the name ceases to apply?
Ursula K. Le Guin
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Beware the ides of March.
William Shakespeare
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In autumn, when the leaves are brown,
Take pen and ink, and write it down.
Lewis Carroll
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An eight-mile drive over rain-washed Irish roads in the quick-falling dusk of autumn is an experience trying to the patience, even to the temper, of the average Saxon.
Katherine Cecil Thurston
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Ere, in the northern gale,
The summer tresses of the trees are gone,
The woods of Autumn, all around our vale,
Have put their glory on.
William Cullen Bryant
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Autumn resumes the land, ruffles the woods
with smoky wings, entangles them.
Geoffrey Hill
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This is wine," Ghoolion said solemnly. "Wine is drinkable sunlight. It's the most glorious summer's day imaginable, captured in a bottle. Wine can be a melody in a cut-glass goblet, but it can also be a cacophony in a dirty tumbler, or a rainy autumn night, or a funeral march that scorches your tongue.
Walter Moers
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I am made for autumn. Summer and I have a fickle relationship, but everything about autumn is perfect to me. Woolly jumpers, Wellington boot, scarves, thin first, then thick, socks. The low slanting light, the crisp mornings, the chill in my fingers, those last warm sunny days before the rain and the wind. Her moody hues and subdued palate punctuated every now and again by a brilliant orange, scarlet or copper goodbye. She is my true love.
Alys Fowler
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Love the trees until their leaves fall off, then encourage them to try again next year.
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