Top 1200 Autumn And Winter Quotes & Sayings - Page 5

The acrid scents of autumn, Reminiscent of slinking beasts, make me fear

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

Bricks should be made in Spring or Autumn so that they may dry uniformly.

Autumn glows upon us like a splendid evening; it is the very sunset of the year.

Autumn carries more gold in its pocket than all the other seasons.

Full knee-deep lies the winter snow, And the winter winds are wearily sighing: Toll ye the church bell sad and slow, And tread softly and speak low, For the old year lies a-dying. Old year you must not die; You came to us so readily, You lived with us so steadily, Old year you shall not die.

It is only the farmer who faithfully plants seeds in the Spring, who reaps a harvest in the Autumn.

Strong jealousy in a beautiful love is the autumn in the middle of a hot summer!

Autumn is the mellower season, and what we lose in flowers we more than gain in fruits.

As early as the autumn of 1862, I was made very happy by being sent to school.

I loved autumn, the one season of the year that God seemed to have put there just for the beauty of it.

Bulb: potential flower buried in Autumn, never to be seen again.

Thou blossom bright with autumn dew, And colored with the heaven's own blue.

It is autumn; not without But within me is the cold. Youth and spring are all about; It is I that have grown old.

But memory is an autumn leaf that murmurs a while in the wind and then is heard no more.

Spring and autumn are inconsiderable events in a landscape compared with the shadows of a cloud.

Sadly, I part from you; Like a clam torn from its shell, I go, and autumn too.

This autumn- why am I growing old? bird disappearing among clouds.

The autumn of 1850 brought an event freighted with deep significance to me. My mother died.

Even the air feels different on Halloween, autumn-crisp and bright.

The tints of autumn...a mighty flower garden blossoming under the spell of the enchanter, frost.

The music of the far-away summer flutters around the Autumn seeking its former nest.

Swinging on delicate hinges the autumn leaf almost off the stem.

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

Spring blossoms are fairy tales, autumn leaves are tragic dramas.

Winter has caused damage everywhere: meadow and forest are all grey, where before you heard many sounds. If I could see the girls play ball on the street, then bird song would come back. If only I could sleep through the winter! When I am awake I feel only hatred that his power is so far and wide. God knows, he even fights with May; I picked flowers where there is now snow.

Autumn in felted slipper shuffles on, Muted yet fiery.--Vita Sackville-West

Of all the seasons, autumn offers the most to man and requires the least of him.

While cares will drop off like autumn leaves.

In the autumn of 1929 the mightiest of Americans were, for a brief time, revealed as human beings.

It was autumn and falling stars Covered the shrivelled forms Crouched in the moonlight.

Words, particularly in a play, should have the texture of a crisp, autumn apple.

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

Most people, early in November, take last looks at their gardens, are are then prepared to ignore them until the spring. I am quite sure that a garden doesn't like to be ignored like this. It doesn't like to be covered in dust sheets, as though it were an old room which you had shut up during the winter. Especially since a garden knows how gay and delightful it can be, even in the very frozen heart of the winter, if you only give it a chance.

South Carolina is in the spring a paradise, in the summer a hell, and in the autumn a hospital.

Autumn leaves falling down like pieces into place, and I can picture it after all these days.

When bounteous autumn rears her head, he joys to pull the ripened pear.

The falling leaf that tells of autumn's death is, in a subtler sense, a prophecy of spring.

Death is more certain than the morrow, than night following day, than winter following summer. Why is it then that we prepare for the night and for the winter time, but do not prepare for death. We must prepare for death. But there is only one way to prepare for death - and that is to live well.

There is a time in the last few days of summer when the ripeness of autumn fills the air.

All my films have always been released in the autumn, maybe because they're more melancholy to people.

Autumn burned brightly, a running flame through the mountains, a torch flung to the trees.

Shopping for clothes is time consuming, it's tiring, and it can feel like a waste of an autumn afternoon.

Good housewives all the winter's rage despise, Defended by the riding-hood's disguise; Or, underneath the umbrella's oily shade, Safe through the wet on clinking pattens tread, Let Persian dames the unbrella's ribs display, To guard their beauties from the sunny ray; Or sweating slaves support the shady load, When eastern monarchs show their state abroad; Britain in winter only knows its aid, To guard from chilling showers the walking maid.

In this autumn of 1919, in which I write, we are at the dead season of our fortunes.

Dancing of the autumn leaves on the surface of a lake is a dream we see when we are awake!

Autumn resumes the land, ruffles the woods with smoky wings, entangles them.

As a studious schoolgirl, I'd go back into the classroom every autumn brimming with enthusiasm.

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

A child walked by, rolling a metal hoop that made a sound of autumn.

No man can taste the fruits of autumn while he is delighting his scent with the flowers of spring.

Cut out the love of self, like an autumn lotus with thy hand!

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

The Romans had, like other Pagan nations, a nature festival, called by them Saturnalia, and the Northern peoples had Yule; both celebrated the turn of the year from the death of winter to the life of spring - the winter solstice. As this was an auspicious change the festival was a very joyous one... The giving of presents and the burning of candles characterized it. Among the Northern people the lighting of a huge log in the houses of the great and with appropriate ceremonies was a feature.

In the autumn of 1970 I had a job singing in the school system, playing my guitar in classrooms.

"It is typical of Oxford," I said, "to start the new year in autumn."

Every leaf speaks bliss to me, fluttering from the autumn tree.

The vine that has been made to bear fruit in the spring, withers and dies before autumn.

In autumn, when the leaves are brown, Take pen and ink, and write it down.

I say at the very end of "Winter Journal" that I do dream about my father often. I think I have a tremendous compassion for him, which has grown over the years. A certain kind of pity for him also in that he was so unrealised as a human being, so dogged, and so shut-off from people in many ways. You know, I've been writing another book, and it's another non-fiction autobiographical work, kind of a compliment to "Winter Journal", and it's just finished.