Autumn Quote of the Day
Autumn is a second spring
when every leaf's a flower.
All those golden autumn
days the sky was full of wings. Wings beating low over the blue water of
Silver Lake, wings beating high in the blue air far above it . . . bearing
them all away to the green fields in the South.
--Laura Ingalls Wilder
Autumn arrives in the
early morning, but spring at the close of a winter day.
Autumn is a season followed
immediately by looking forward to spring.
Action must be taken at the first signs of disruption
or decay, otherwise disaster will follow as ice-bound water follows brief
-- I Ching
Autumn wins you best
by this its mute
Appeal to sympathy for its decay.
Believe in yourself, your neighbors, your work, your
ultimate attainment of more complete happiness. It is only the farmer who
faithfully plants seeds in the Spring, who reaps a harvest in Autumn.
--B. C. Forbes
Change is a measure of time and, in the autumn,
time seems speeded up. What was is not and never again will be; what is
--Edwin Way Teale
Chicago is an October
sort of city even in spring.
Climb the mountains and get their good tidings. Nature's
peace will flow into you as sunshine flows into trees. The winds will blow
their own freshness into you, and the storms their energy, while cares
will drop off like autumn leaves.
Deep inside, we're still the boys of autumn,
that magic time of the year that once swept us onto America's fields.
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.
Every season hath its pleasures;
Spring may boast her flowery prime,
Yet the vineyard's ruby treasures
Brighten Autumn's sob'rer
Fall is my favorite
season in Los Angeles, watching the birds change color and fall from the
He types his laboured column --weary drudge!
Senile fudge and solemn:
Spare, editor, to condemn
These dry leaves of his autumn.
I prefer winter and fall,
when you feel the bone structure of the landscape -- the loneliness of
it -- the dead feeling of winter. Something waits beneath it -- the whole
story doesn't show.
I saw old autumn in
the misty morn
Stand shadowless like silence, listening
I trust in Nature for the stable laws
Of beauty and utility. Spring shall plant
And Autumn garner to the
end of time.
If a man . . . can paint a landscape, and convey
into souls and ochres all the enchantments of Spring or Autumn;
it is certain that the secret cannot be kept; the first witness tells it
to a second, and men go by fives and tens and fifties to his doors.
--Ralph Waldo Emerson
It was one of those perfect English autumnal
days which occur more frequently in memory than in life.
--P. D. James
No Spring nor Summer Beauty hath such grace
As I have seen in one
October. This is one
of the peculiarly dangerous months to speculate in stocks in. The others
are July, January, September, April, November, May, March, June, December,
August, and February.
Our judgment ripens; our imagination decays. We cannot
at once enjoy the flowers of the Spring of life and the fruits of its Autumn.
--Thomas Babington Macaulay
Spring comes with flowers, autumn
with the moon, summer with the breeze, winter with snow. When idle concerns
don't fill your thoughts, that's your best season.
Tears, idle tears,
I know not what they mean,
Tears from the depth of some divine despair,
Rise in the heart and gather in the eyes,
In looking on the happy autumn
And thinking of the days that are no more.
--Alfred, Lord Tennyson
The smile that flickers on baby's lips when he sleeps-
does anybody know where it was borne? Yes, there is a rumor that a young
pale beam of a crescent moon touched the edge of a vanishing autumn
cloud, and there the smile was first born . . . .
There is a harmony
In autumn, and a lustre
in its sky,
Which through the summer is not heard or seen,
As if it could not be, as if it had not been!
--Percy Bysshe Shelley
Union of the weakest develops strength
Not wisdom. Can all men, together, avenge
One of the leaves that have fallen in autumn?
But the wise man avenges by building his city in snow.
Unless a tree has borne blossoms in spring, you will
vainly look for fruit on it in autumn.
Winter is an etching, spring a watercolor, summer
an oil painting and
autumn a mosaic of them
Youth is like spring, an over- praised season more
remarkable for biting winds than genial breezes. Autumn
is the mellower season, and what we lose in flowers we more than gain in