#autumn

I enjoy the spring more than the autumn now. One does, I think, as one gets older. ↗

— Virginia Woolf

#old #spring #autumn

There is something incredibly nostalgic and significant about the annual cascade of autumn leaves. ↗

— Joe L. Wheeler

#changing-seasons #life #nostalgia #seasons #change

The summer ended. Day by day, and taking its time, the summer ended. The noises in the street began to change, diminish, voices became fewer, the music sparse. Daily, blocks and blocks of children were spirited away. Grownups retreated from the streets, into the houses. Adolescents moved from the sidewalk to the stoop to the hallway to the stairs, and rooftops were abandoned. Such trees as there were allowed their leaves to fall - they fell unnoticed - seeming to promise, not without bitterness, to endure another year. At night, from a distance, the parks and playgrounds seemed inhabited by fireflies, and the night came sooner, inched in closer, fell with a greater weight. The sound of the alarm clock conquered the sound of the tambourine, the houses put on their winter faces. The houses stared down a bitter landscape, seeming, not without bitterness, to have resolved to endure another year. ↗

— James Baldwin

#seasons #summer #change

...every time I look at you autumn leaves come in between - does it matter they're the color of your hair - or they still fall in my memory?... ↗

— John Geddes

#hair-color #love #memories #love

Love the trees until their leaves fall off, then encourage them to try again next year. ↗

— Chad Sugg

#encourage #fall #inspirational #life #love

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

— Robert Browning

#autumn #best #decay #mute #sympathy

My visit this autumn is an opportunity to continue that rich tradition of visits between Canterbury and Rome. ↗

— Rowan Williams

#between #canterbury #continue #opportunity #rich

Perhaps because it seems so appropriate, I don't notice the rain. It falls in sheets, a blanket of silvery thread rushing to the hard almost-winter ground. Still, I stand without moving at the side of the coffin. ↗

— Michelle Zink

#coffins #death #funerals #rainy-day #death

As he walked, the sad faded leaves were driven pitilessly around him by the wind, and under the mingling influences of autumn and evening, a craving for the quietude of the grave … overtook him with unwanted intensity. ↗

— Georges Rodenbach

#death #death

I want to say something so embarrassing about September that even the leaves start blushing and turning red. ↗

— Jarod Kintz

#embarrassing #fall #funny #humor #leaves