#autumn

The leaves fall, the wind blows, and the farm country slowly changes from the summer cottons into its winter woods. ↗

— Henry Beston

#fall #seasons #change

Steam rising underneath a canopy of whispering, changing aspens; starlight in the clear, dark night, and wondrous beauty in every direction. If only all could feel this way, to be so captured and enthralled with autumn. ↗

— Donna Lynn Hope

#fall #beauty

Her eyes were of different colors, the left as brown as autumn, the right as gray as Atlantic wind. Both seemed alive with questions that would never be voiced, as if no words yet existed with which to frame them. She was nineteen years old, or thereabouts; her exact age was unknown. Her face was as fresh as an apple and as delicate as blossom, but a marked depression in the bones beneath her left eye gave her features a disturbing asymmetry. Her mouth never curved into a smile. God, it seemed, had withheld that possibility, as surely as from a blind man the power of sight. He had withheld much else. Amparo was touched—by genius, by madness, by the Devil, or by a conspiracy of all these and more. She took no sacraments and appeared incapable of prayer. She had a horror of clocks and mirrors. By her own account she spoke with Angels and could hear the thoughts of animals and trees. She was passionately kind to all living things. She was a beam of starlight trapped in flesh and awaiting only the moment when it would continue on its journey into forever.” (p.33) ↗

— Tim Willocks

#apple #asymmetry #atlantic #autumn #blind-man

Autumn seemed to arrive suddenly that year. The morning of the first September was crisp and golden as an apple... ↗

— J.K. Rowling

#art #autumn #color #fall #art

I cannot endure to waste anything so precious as autumnal sunshine by staying in the house. ↗

— Nathaniel Hawthorne

#nature #sunshine #nature

Days decrease, And autumn grows, autumn in everything. ↗

— Robert Browning

#fall #nature #nature

I was drinking in the surroundings: air so crisp you could snap it with your fingers and greens in every lush shade imaginable offset by autumnal flashes of red and yellow. ↗

— Wendy Delsol

#crisp #fall #imagine #leaf #leaves

Autumn is the hardest season. The leaves are all falling, and they're falling like they're falling in love with the ground. ↗

— Andrea Gibson

#love #love

A moral character is attached to autumnal scenes; the leaves falling like our years, the flowers fading like our hours, the clouds fleeting like our illusions, the light diminishing like our intelligence, the sun growing colder like our affections, the rivers becoming frozen like our lives--all bear secret relations to our destinies. ↗

— François-René de Chateaubriand

#fall #the-fall #intelligence

His beard was all colors, a grove of trees in autumn, deep brown and fire-orange and wine-red, an untrimmed tangle across the lower half of his face. His cheeks were apple-red. He looked like a friend; like someone you had known all your life. ↗

— Neil Gaiman

#beards #colors #familiarity #life