“Maybe late afternoon is autumn; summer’s retreat
not being archived, but suspended, as the feathered
vane of a bird wings its way across the avenue.”
― Michelle Cahill, The Accidental Cage
“In autumn, don’t go to jewelers to see gold; go to the parks!”
― Mehmet Murat ildan
“Enchantment and fulfillment were on the gold and garnet horizon – autumn’s breath, a dormant dream reawakened, a yearning nearly satiated, a tender thank you with a brush of the lips, and a connection as fingers touch and go hand in hand.”
― Donna Lynn Hope
“Autumn is a fleeting season, melancholy by nature. Its ghostly beauty cultivates a fertile atmosphere for memories that wrote their history on a tablet of fallen leaves – I recall them with the greatest clarity… Whatever else autumn may be, it is the prophet of winter. Winter lasts forever.”
― Brian P. Easton, Autobiography of a Werewolf Hunter
“You expected to be sad in the fall. Part of you died each year when the leaves fell from the trees and their branches were bare against the wind and the cold, wintry light. But you knew there would always be the spring, as you knew the river would flow again after it was frozen.” — Ernest Hemingway
“A garden did not need people in order to be alive and natural. The flowers might have died, and the last leaves might be falling, but the space was still redolent with the odors of life. It contained a thousand reassurances that no matter what one person’s strife, the seasons continued their cycle.”
― Madeline Hunter, Stealing Heaven
