Top 55 Autumn Quotes

New York in spring and autumn is absolutely beautiful, but the winter is absolutely depressing.

I want to age the way that life makes you age, because there’s beauty in autumn and winter and I think people forget that.

I came back out here from England and I was there for a while and it was beautiful and it is just great to see London going from Spring to Summer and Autumn.

My sorrow, when she’s here with me, thinks these dark days of autumn rain are beautiful as days can be; she loves the bare, the withered tree; she walks the sodden pasture lane.

Shuddering under the autumn stars, each year, the head sinks lower and lower.

As early as the autumn of 1862, I was made very happy by being sent to school.

There is a harmony in autumn, and a luster in its sky, which through the summer is not heard or seen, as if it could not be, as if it had not been!

I have been to Canada several times. It was autumn when I visited Vancouver, and I will always remember the colour of the trees in British Columbia were stunning.

I also hear your president say that war is the means of last resort and I think he means that. I met him last autumn and he assured me that they wanted to come through and disarm Iraq by peaceful means, and that’s what we are trying to do as hard as we can.

And when you take something like the changing colour of autumn leaves and start to ask why, you’re starting off on an intellectual journey which will take you beyond that moment of visual satisfaction, while robbing nothing from that experience.

In the autumn of 1970 I had a job singing in the school system, playing my guitar in classrooms.

It is only the farmer who faithfully plants seeds in the Spring, who reaps a harvest in the Autumn.

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

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.’

I enjoyed the whole process of learning and was always happy when autumn came and school or college started up again.

Autumn in New York, why does it seem so inviting?

Few people younger than me know that it was once normal to see fields white with mushrooms, or rivers black with eels at the autumn equinox, or that every patch of nettles was once reamed by caterpillars.

The autumn wind is a pirate. Blustering in from sea with a rollicking song he sweeps along swaggering boisterously. His face is weather beaten, he wears a hooded sash with a silver hat about his head… The autumn wind is a Raider, pillaging just for fun.

The sweltering summer of the Negro’s legitimate discontent will not pass until there is an invigorating autumn of freedom and equality.

Now Autumn’s fire burns slowly along the woods and day by day the dead leaves fall and melt.

The autumn of 1850 brought an event freighted with deep significance to me. My mother died.

Designers want me to dress like Spring, in billowing things. I don’t feel like Spring. I feel like a warm red Autumn.

The World Series is played in my doubtless too-nostalgic imagination in some kind of autumn afternoon light, and seeing it exclusively in the bitter chill of midnight breaks the spell of even the best of games.

A strangely reflective, even melancholy day. Is that because, unlike our cousins in the northern hemisphere, Easter is not associated with the energy and vitality of spring but with the more subdued spirit of autumn?

I put quite a few trees in last autumn. A lot of silver birch and a couple of native trees – just generally doing gardening, putting plants in and hedges in. It takes quite a lot of time and I love it.

Autumn arrives in early morning, but spring at the close of a winter day.

A kestrel can and does hover in the dead calm of summer days, when there is not the faintest breath of wind. He will, and does, hover in the still, soft atmosphere of early autumn, when the gossamer falls in showers, coming straight down as if it were raining silk.

In two and a half years’ trekking across central Asia, I’d become attuned to the late autumn conditions when the hazards of winter can blow in under the cover of darkness.

Most of these wild animals depart in autumn when the sun changes their behavior and they feel the urge to migrate or go off alone. While they are with us, however, they become characters in my books, articles, and stories.

There is a part of me that will forever want to be walking under autumn leaves, carrying a briefcase containing the works of Shakespeare and Yeats and a portable chess set. I will pass an old tree under which once on a summer night I lay on the grass with a fragrant young woman and we quoted e.e. cummings back and forth.

Autumn is my favorite season.

Unless a tree has borne blossoms in spring, you will vainly look for fruit on it in autumn.

Shopping for clothes is time consuming, it’s tiring, and it can feel like a waste of an autumn afternoon.

Swimming in the cold and the dark of British autumn is not for the faint-hearted.

The spring, summer, is quite a hectic time for people in their lives, but then it comes to autumn, and to winter, and you can’t but help think back to the year that was, and then hopefully looking forward to the year that is approaching.

I love corduroys, because they are really comfy and they’re cozier than jeans. They come in nice autumn hues – colors that you can have fun with.

I got my private pilot’s license in autumn 1986.

Cheyenne Autumn was received not too successfully. I still think it was a very good movie. It was kinda Ford’s apology for the way he had treated Indians in his past pictures.

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.

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.

There is one thing I do miss in L.A. I love autumn.

Autumn’s the mellow time.

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

The garden of love is green without limit and yields many fruits other than sorrow or joy. Love is beyond either condition: without spring, without autumn, it is always fresh.

But I do feel a little teeny right now that I’m just about ready to start, and winter is entering. Half past autumn has arrived.

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

We cling to our own point of view, as though everything depended on it. Yet our opinions have no permanence; like autumn and winter, they gradually pass away.

First published in 1984 when I was nothing more than sticks of bone at seven, ‘Dragons of Autumn Twilight’ began what would be one of the icons of my grunge-stained disenchanted childhood.

Evolutionary biologists have long pondered the phenomenon of the changing colours of autumn leaves. It’s possible that the red pigments are manufactured in the leaf as a side-effect of something else that’s happening at this time.

I started school in the autumn term of 1949 when there was a tomato glut. We had tomatoes in every form known to God, man or beast – and they were all equally detestable. When you pushed them with your fork, a warmish liquid spurted forth. It was rather like sort of bursting a boil.

My favourite season is autumn, and I love walking through woods.

If you look around, complacency is the great disease of your autumn years, and I work hard to prevent that.

Every year, I travel extensively in the autumn and the spring. I set most of the winter and summer aside for my family and my own tribal relatives. But during that traveling time, I often find myself visiting other native communities around the continent – perhaps a dozen or more each year.

As a studious schoolgirl, I’d go back into the classroom every autumn brimming with enthusiasm.

I had only heard about Fall Out Boy a couple months before we contacted him. I heard ‘Saturday’ and ‘Grand Theft Autumn’ and thought the lyrics were smart and the singer was insanely talented.