#autumn

I think now that I'm in the autumn of my life, and I'm getting a chance of having an overview and looking at the shape of how things happen, when things happen, why things happen, I think it was fitting that I spent most of my early career doing mask work, because I just don't think I was that comfortable in my own skin. ↗

— Ron Perlman

#because #career #chance #comfortable #doing

It's like going back to school. You know, autumn! Time for 'Harry Potter'. ↗

— Robbie Coltraine

#back #back to school #going #harry #harry potter

Autumn is my favorite season. ↗

— Johnny Kelly

#favorite #season

The magic of autumn has seized the countryside; now that the sun isn't ripening anything it shines for the sake of the golden age; for the sake of Eden; to please the moon for all I know. ↗

— Elizabeth Coatsworth

#golden-age #moon #sun #age

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

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

Please, please, help me grow to be like them, the ones'll soon be here, who never grow old, can't die, that's what they say, can't die, no matter what, or maybe they died a long time ago but Cecy calls, and Mother and Father call, and Grandmere who only whispers, and now they're coming and I'm nothing, not like them who pass through walls and live in trees or live underneath until seventeen-year rains flood them up and out, and the ones who run in packs, let me be the one! If they live forever, why not me? ↗

— Ray Bradbury

#death #from-the-dust-returned #halloween #death

The bleak autumn wind was still blowing, and the solemn, surging moan of it in the wood was dreary and awful to hear through the night silence. Issac felt strangely wakeful. He resolved, as he lay down in bed, to keep the candle alight until he began to grow sleepy; for there was something unendurably depressing in the bare idea of lying awake in the darkness, listening to the dismal, ceaseless moan of the wind in the wood. ("The Dream Woman") ↗

— Wilkie Collins

#night #wind #dreams

He found himself wondering at times, especially in the autumn, about the wild lands, and strange visions of mountains that he had never seen came into his dreams. ↗

— J.R.R. Tolkien

#wanderlust #dreams

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

#fall #romance #seasons #dreams