#autumn

And now, my poor old woman, why are you crying so bitterly? It is autumn. The leaves are falling from the trees like burning tears- the wind howls. Why must you mimic them? ↗

— Mervyn Peake

#copy #cry #crying #despair #fall

For these beings, fall is ever the normal season, the only weather, there be no choice beyond. Where do they come from? The dust. Where do they go? The grave. Does blood stir their veins? No: the night wind. What ticks in their head? The worm. What speaks from their mouth? The toad. What sees from their eye? The snake. What hears with their ear? The abyss between the stars. They sift the human storm for souls, eat flesh of reason, fill tombs with sinners. They frenzy forth....Such are the autumn people. ↗

— Ray Bradbury

#something-wicked-this-way-comes #autumn

I think an autumnal theme would be nice. -Magnus ABORT! ABORT! Isabelle, are you insane? -Alec ↗

— Cassandra Clare

#magnus-bane #postcards #autumn

She looked like autumn, when leaves turned and fruit ripened. ↗

— Sarah Addison Allen

#women #autumn

Books are carefully folded forests/void of autumn/bound from the sun ↗

— Saul Williams

#autumn

GATHERING LEAVES Spades take up leaves No better than spoons, And bags full of leaves Are light as balloons. I make a great noise Of rustling all day Like rabbit and deer Running away. But the mountains I raise Elude my embrace, Flowing over my arms And into my face. I may load and unload Again and again Till I fill the whole shed, And what have I then? Next to nothing for weight, And since they grew duller From contact with earth, Next to nothing for color. Next to nothing for use. But a crop is a crop, And who's to say where The harvest shall stop? ↗

— Robert Frost

#poetry #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

It was one of those perfect New York October afternoons, when the explosion of oranges and yellows against the bright blue sky makes you feel like your life is passing through your fingers, that you've felt this autumn-feeling before and you'll probably get to feel it again, but one day you won't anymore, because you'll be dead. ↗

— Sarah Dunn

#fall #humor #humor

Autumn is my spring! ↗

— August Strindberg

#dreams