Quotes about Autumn

Fall is considered as the saddest season if year. But it brings not only rains and fading of nature. It also brings harvest in the broadest sense. At this time people are reaping the benefits of their actions and make conclusions about them.

Leaves became gold and thoughts became clear and deep. Autumn is the best time to sit and think about what you have done at hopeful spring and active summer.

Therefore quotes and expressions about autumn are usually nostalgic and filled with deep sense. Here is a small collection of thoughts about autumn and its fetures.


Quotes about autumn by famous people

 

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

(Albert Camus)

 

“You expected to be sad in the fall. Part of you died each year when the leaves fell from the trees and their branches were bare against the wind and the cold, wintery light. But you knew there would always be the spring, as you knew the river would flow again after it was frozen. When the cold rains kept on and killed the spring, it was as though a young person died for no reason.”

(Ernest Hemingway)

 

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

(J.K. Rowling)

 

“Aprils have never meant much to me, autumns seem that season of beginning, spring.”

(Truman Capote)

 

“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)

 

“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!”

(Percy Bysshe Shelley)

 

“Unless a tree has borne blossoms in spring, you will vainly look for fruit on it in autumn.”

(Walter Scott)

 

“Magnificent Autumn! He comes not like a pilgrim, clad in russet weeds. He comes not like a hermit, clad in gray. But he comes like a warrior, with the stain of blood upon his brazen mail. His crimson scarf is rent.... The wind.... wafts to us the odor of forest leaves, that hang wilted on the dripping branches, or drop into the stream. Their gorgeous tints are gone, as if the autumnal rains had washed them out. Orange, yellow, and scarlet, all are changed to one melancholy russet hue.... There is a melancholy and continual roar in the tops of the tall pines.... It is the funeral anthem of the dying year.”

(Henry Wadsworth Longfellow)

 

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

(Rabindranath Tagore)

 

“Autumn, that season of peculiar and inexhaustible influence on the mind of taste and tenderness, that season which has drawn from every poet, worthy of being read, some attempt at description, or some lines of feeling. She occupied her mind as much as possible in such like musings and quotations...”

(Jane Austen)

 

“Nothing is more fleeting than external form, which withers and alters like the flowers of the field at the appearance of autumn.”

(Umberto Eco)