Top 1200 Autumn Love Quotes & Sayings - Page 2

Autumn is as joyful and sweet as an untimely end.

Autumn is the harvest of greedy death.

Autumn is my favorite season.

Behold congenial Autumn comes, the Sabbath of the Year.

Autumn is no time to lie alone

Some people fall head over heels. Other people begin to fall without even knowing it—love grows like a spring flower beneath last autumn’s leaves and catches them by surprise.

Delicious autumn! My very soul is wedded to it.

Autumn's the mellow time.

On a bare branch a crow is perched - autumn evening

I got my private pilot's license in autumn 1986.

Autumn, the year's last, loveliest smile.

In the winter you may want the summer; in the summer, you may want the autumn; in the autumn, you may want the winter; but only in the spring you dream and want no other season but the spring!

I love the chill October days, when the brown leaves lie thick and sodden underneath your feet ... the evenings in late autumn time, when the white mist creeps across the fields, making it seem as though old Earth, feeling the night air cold to its poor bones, were drawing ghostly bedclothes round its withered limbs.

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

A freshet in the autumn does not compensate for a drought in the spring.

My heart is a garden tired with autumn.

Autumn is a second spring when every leaf is a flower.

An autumn night - don’t think your life didn’t matter.

Autumn, in his leafless bowers, is waiting for the winter's snow.

In heaven it is always autumn.

When you are reluctant to change, think of the beauty of autumn.

What does autumn go on paying for with so much yellow money?

I put quite a few trees in last autumn. A lot of silver birch and a couple of native trees - just generally doing gardening, putting plants in and hedges in. It takes quite a lot of time and I love it.

Variations: II Green light, from the moon, Pours over the dark blue trees, Green light from the autumn moon Pours on the grass ... Green light falls on the goblin fountain Where hesitant lovers meet and pass. They laugh in the moonlight, touching hands, They move like leaves on the wind ... I remember an autumn night like this, And not so long ago, When other lovers were blown like leaves, Before the coming of snow.

When you fall in love with a work of art, you’d die to meet the artist. I am a student of the galleries of Pacific sunsets, full moon rises on the ocean, the clouds from an airplane, autumn forests in Raleigh, first fallen snows. And I’m dying to meet the artist.

I love winter fashion like woolly coats, hats and boots and being cosy by the fire. Autumn and early spring walks in the park are lovely, but rainy walks with our dog Potato every morning are just too much.

Kings are falling like leaves this autumn.

Autumn is really the best of the seasons

There is a beautiful spirit breathing now Its mellowed richness on the clustered trees, And, from a beaker full of richest dyes, Pouring new glory on the autumn woods, And dipping in warm light the pillared clouds. Morn on the mountain, like a summer bird, Lifts up her purple wing, and in the vales The gentle wind, a sweet and passionate wooer, Kisses the blushing leaf, and stirs up life Within the solemn woods of ash deep-crimsoned, And silver beech, and maple yellow-leaved, Where Autumn, like a faint old man, sits down By the wayside a-weary.

There is no season such delight can bring, as summer, autumn, winter and the spring.

Autumn arrives in the early morning.

Autumn ripens in the summer's ray.

When I speak My lips feel cold - The autumn wind.

A single leaf falling autumn is everywhere.

There is a harmony In autumn, and a luster in its sky...

Fake friends are like autumn leaves, they're scattered everywhere.

Spring is the season of hope, and autumn is that of memory.

Your heart, Bessie, is an autumn garage.

I know the lands are lit, with all the autumn blaze of Goldenrod.

I know people, I know towns, farms, hills and rivers and rocks, I know how the sun at sunset in autumn falls on the side of a certain plowland in the hills; but what is the sense of giving a boundary to all that, of giving a name and ceasing to love where the name ceases to apply?

Spiders are always big in the autumn: they've had all summer to grow.

Autumn in New York, why does it seem so inviting?

I notice that Autumn is more the season of the soul than of nature.

It's never too late to have a fling For autumn is just as nice as spring And it's never too late to fall in love.

He had never liked October. Ever since he had first lay in the autumn leaves before his grandmother's house many years ago and heard the wind and saw the empty trees. It had made him cry, without a reason. And a little of that sadness returned each year to him. It always went away with spring. But, it was a little different tonight. There was a feeling of autumn coming to last a million years. There would be no spring. ("The October Game")

Mrs. Jo did not mean the measles, but that more serious malady called love, which is apt to ravage communities, spring and autumn, when winter gayety and summer idleness produce whole bouquets of engagements, and set young people to pairing off like the birds.

An autumn garden has a sadness when the sun is not shining.

And the yellow sunflower by the brook, in autumn beauty stood.

When the autumn meets the tranquillity, there you can see the King of the Sceneries!

It was autumn, the springtime of death.

My life's long radiant Summer halts at last, And lo! beside my path way I behold Pursuing Autumn glide: nor frost nor cold Has heralded her presence; but a vast Sweet calm that comes not till the year has passed Its fevered solstice, and a tinge of gold Subdues the vivid colouring of bold And passion-hued emotions. I will cast My August days behind me with my May, Nor strive to drag them into Autumn's place, Nor swear I hope when I do but remember. Now violet and rose have had their day, I'll pluck the soberer asters with good grace And call September nothing but September.

I cannot love evergreens - they are the misanthropes of nature. To them the spring brings no promise, the autumn no decline; they are cut off from the sweetest of all ties with their kind - sympathy. ... I will have no evergreens in my garden; when the inevitable winter comes, every beloved plant and favorite tree shall drop together - no solitary fir left to triumph over the companionship of decay.

Autumn is a hint from God to Old Age.

Now is the autumn of our ennui.

Parting is a training streamer,Lingering like leaves in autumn.

In autumn 2012 I conducted a dedication and blessing service following the Civil Partnership of two wonderful gay Christians. Why? Not to challenge the traditional understanding of marriage - far from it - but to extend to these people what I would do to others: the love and support of our local church.

Beware the autumn people

It's autumn and everybody feels like a disembodied spirit then.

Autumn is full of leave-taking.

Sunlight is like the breath of life to the pomp of autumn.