“I hope I can be the autumn leaf, who looked at the sky and lived. And when it was time to leave, gracefully it knew life was a gift.”
“The wind is rising, and the air is wild with leaves. We have had our summer evenings; now for October eves!”
“There is something so special in the early leaves drifting from the trees-as if we are all to be allowed a chance to peel, to refresh, to start again.”
“It was a beautiful, bright autumn day, with air like cider and a sky so blue you could drown in it.”
“I remember it as October days are always remembered, cloudless, maple-flavored, the air gold and so clean it quivers.”
“The leaves are all falling, and they’re falling like they’re falling in love with the ground.”
“Spring is beautiful, and summer is perfect for vacations, but autumn brings a longing to get away from the unreal things of life, out into the forest at night with a campfire and the rustling leaves.”
“The first breath of autumn was in the air, a prodigal feeling, a feeling of wanting, taking, and keeping before it is too late.”
“Autumn leaves shower like gold, like rainbows, as the winds of change begin to blow.”
“I can smell autumn dancing in the breeze. The sweet chill of pumpkin, and crisp sunburnt leaves.”
“The heat of autumn is different from the heat of summer. One ripens the apples, the other turns them to cider.”
“Of all the seasons, autumn offers the most to man and requires the least of him.”
“I’m so glad I live in a world where there are Octobers.”
“Life starts all over again when it gets crisp in the fall.”
“How beautifully leaves grow old. How full of light and color are their last days.”
