Autumn Quotes

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


Autumn is a second spring when every leaf is a flower.  ~ Albert Camus


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


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.  ~ Oliver Wendell Holmes


Autumn is the mellower season, and what we lose in flowers we more than gain in fruits.  ~ Samuel Butler


I would rather sit on a pumpkin, and have it all to myself, than be crowded on a velvet cushion.  ~ Henry David Thoreau


A wind has blown the rain away and blown the sky away and all the leaves away, and the trees stand.  I think, I too, have known autumn too long.  ~ e.e. Cummings


Give me juicy autumnal fruit, ripe and red from the orchard.  ~ Walt Whitman


How beautifully leaves grow old.  How full of light and color are their last days.  ~ John Burroughs


A woodland in full color is awesome as a forest fire, in magnitude at least, but a single tree is like a dancing tongue of flame to warm the heart.  ~ Hal Borland


Everyone must take time to sit and watch the leaves turn.  ~ Elizabeth Lawrence


Just as a painter needs light in order to put the finishing touches to his picture, so I need an inner light, which I feel I never have enough of in the autumn.  ~ Leo Tolstoy


Autumn carries more gold in its pocket than all the other seasons.  ~ Jim Bishop


Spring is a virgin; Summer a mother; Autumn a widow; Winter a stepmother.  ~ Russian proverb


No spring nor summer beauty hath such grace as I have seen in one autumnal face.  ~ John Donne


In the entire circle of the year there are no days so delightful as those of a fine October, when the trees are bare to the mild heavens, and the red leaves bestrew the road, and you can feel the breath of winter, morning and evening—no days so calm, so tenderly solemn, and with such a reverent meekness in the air.  ~ Alexander Smith


Winter is an etching, spring a watercolor, summer an oil painting and autumn a mosaic of them all.  ~ Stanley Horowitz