Top 1200 Autumn Wind Quotes & Sayings - Page 7

Autumn finally arrived. And when it did, I came to a decision. Something had to give: I couldn't keep on living like this.

All-cheering Plenty, with her flowing horn, Led yellow Autumn, wreath'd with nodding corn.

In the journey of the year, the autumn is Venice, spring is Naples, certainly, and the majestic maturity of summer is Rome.

The sweltering summer of the Negro's legitimate discontent will not pass until there is an invigorating autumn of freedom and equality.

I love borders. August is the border between summer and autumn; it is the most beautiful month I know.

Cirrus sky hawk drift, blue haze in the autumn air, and my mouth is dry.

Autumn can be glorious but menacing too - the long shadows, brisk winds, scurrying leaves, impending frost.

The dinner-hour is the summer of the day: full of sunshine, I grant; but not like the mellow autumn of supper.

I trust in nature for the stable laws of beauty and utility. Spring shall plant and autumn garner to the end of time.

What is true about a person? Would I change in the same way the river changes color but still be the same person?... And then I realized it was the first time I could see the power of the wind. I couldn't see the wind itself, but I could see it carried water that filled the rivers and shaped the countryside.

Rest your eyes well before September because with all its colours autumn is coming to visit them!

The morning is full of storm in the heart of summer. The clouds travel like white handkerchiefs of goodbye, the wind, travelling, waving them in its hands. The numberless heart of the wind beating above our loving silence. Orchestral and divine, resounding among the trees like a language full of wars and songs.

Autumn Into earth's lap does throw Brown apples gay in a game of play, As the equinoctials blow.

Looking about I see no cherry blossoms And no crimson leaves A straw-thatched hut by a bay In the autumn dusk.

Always find a time to sit on a humid autumn bench to feed the poor birds or to think the dying leaves!

Excessive hype, bankruptcy, cash burning like autumn leaves - such is the stuff of short-selling.

When men once reach their autumn, sickly joys fall off apace, as yellow leaves from trees

Replacing half of the U.S. ground-transport fuels with hydrogen from wind power by 2050, for example, might require 1,400 gigawatts of advanced wind turbines or more... replacing those fuels with electricity might require less than 400 GW.

The lands are lit with all the autumn blaze of golden-rod, and everywhere the purple asters nod and bend and wave and flit.

It was a beautiful bright autumn day, with air like cider and a sky so blue you could drown in it.

It's autumn in New York. The colors are changing ? yellow, the browns, the greens, the oranges. And that's just the tap water.

The virtues of a superior man are like the wind; the virtues of a common man are like the grass; the grass, when the wind passes over it, bends.

What is honor compared to a woman's love? What is duty against the feel of a newborn son in your arms . . . or the memory of a brother's smile? Wind and words. Wind and words. We are only human, and the gods have fashioned us for love. That is our great glory, and our great tragedy.

In reality, Republicans have long been at war with clean energy. They have ridiculed investments in solar and wind power, bashed energy-efficiency standards, attacked state moves to promote renewable energy and championed laws that would enshrine taxpayer subsidies for fossil fuels while stripping them from wind and solar.

The disaster in the gulf shows: relying on dangerous, dirty fuels can at times impose incalculable costs. I have never heard of a wind farm collapsing and causing a massive wind-slick. I have never heard of a solar farm collapsing and leaving behind a catastrophic sun-spill.

In spring they lie flat at the first warmth, they ruin my summer and in autumn they smell of women.

The autumn breeze rises on the shore at Fukiage- and those white chrysanthemums are they flowers? or not? or only breakers on the beach?

Inside of us, there's a continual autumn. Our leaves fall and are blown out over the water.

Only in Heaven will everything be as beautiful as spring, as pleasant as autumn, and as full of love as summer.

I enjoyed the whole process of learning and was always happy when autumn came and school or college started up again.

If you look around, complacency is the great disease of your autumn years, and I work hard to prevent that.

I love the start of autumn when the trees in my garden change the colour of their leaves in one last dazzling display.

Sometimes there are really severe conditions like super, super wind or crazy wind or something like that that you don't really get to practice for. But it's kind of you just show up and whatever you get in warm-ups, you kind of adjust to it and play as you go.

But I remember more dearly autumn afternoons in bottoms that lay intensely silent under old great trees

Autumn seemed to arrive suddenly that year. The morning of the first September was crisp and golden as an apple.

Let whoever wants to, relax in the south, And bask in the garden of paradise. Here is the essence of north?and it's autumn I've chosen as this year's friend.

Autumn is leaving its mellowness behind for its spiky, rotted stage. Don't remember summer even saying goodbye.

There is a harmony in autumn, and a luster in its sky, which through the summer is not heard or seen, as if it could not be, as if it had not been!

I don't think people realizemilie-autumn-devils-carnivale that, once you turn your director's cut in, it's no longer yours.

It follows the seasons, beginning each year with the fond expectancy of springtime and ending with the hard facts of autumn.

It?s a beautiful descent in a 737, into the Bitterroot Valley, following the Clark Fork River, on a perfect golden autumn day .

Who is the man who can call from the back door at night: "Here, Champion Alexander of Clane o' Wind-Holme! Here, Champion Alexander of Clane o' Wind-Holme"?

Behold the grapes and all the fruits that Autumn gives today, As robed in red and gold, she rules, the Empress of Decay!

Believing that the rustle in the grass is a dangerous predator when it is only the wind does not cost much, but believing that a dangerous predator is the wind may cost an animal its life.

Sir, in carrying on your government, why should you use killing at all? Let your evinced desires be for what is good, and the people will be good. The relation between superiors and inferiors is like that between the wind and the grass. The grass must bend, when the wind blows across it.

Maybe you're getting into the rhythm of sailing life," says James. He looks out at the waves that are rolling in to lap against the dock. "You know, the tides going in and then out, the wind blowing east and then west, the high of a perfect day out on the water, the low of a thunderstorm or a wind that won't go your way.

Autumn is full of leave-taking. In September the swallows are chattering of destination and departure like a crowd of tourists.

dive for dreams or a slogan may topple you (trees are their roots and wind is wind) trust your heart if the seas catch fire (and live by love though the stars walk backward) honour the past but welcome the future (and dance your death away at this wedding) never mind a world with its villains or heroes (for god likes girls and tomorrow and the earth)

Autumn. Pretty leaves, pumpkin pie and sweaters. Perfect weather for reading. Winter is great but I hate shoveling.

And getting married this autumn was certainly an additional incentive to spend rather more time in England.

When I first read Barbara Tuchman's 'The Guns of August' in the autumn of 1963, it was as though history went from black and white to Technicolor.

Here will I live in the rainy season, here in the autumn and in the summer: thus muses the fool. He realizes not the danger (of death).

As long as autumn lasts, I shall not have hands, canvas and colors enough to paint the beautiful things I see.

Foul words is but foul wind, and foul wind is but foul breath, and foul breath is noisome; therefore I will depart unkissed.

Through the dripping weeks that follow One another slow, and soak Summer's extinguished fire and autumn's drifting smoke.

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

I didn't get to experience proper autumn until I was eighteen and heading off to college on the East Coast!

I love the autumn for its sense of melancholy seems to strike my need for sadness. There is poetry in the dying of the year and mystery as well.

Every leaf knows that time is very short. All life must be lived before the autumn comes!

autumn days have a holiness that spring lacks ... They are like old serene saints for whom death has lost its terror.