Mark Van Doren Quotes

There is one thing I do miss in L.A. I love autumn.

Fall has always been my favorite season. The time when everything bursts with its last beauty, as if nature had been saving up all year for the grand finale.

Then summer fades and passes and October comes. We'll smell smoke then, and feel an unexpected sharpness, a thrill of nervousness, swift elation, a sense of sadness and departure.

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

Autumn truly is what summer pretends to be: the best of all seasons. It is as glorious as summer is tedious; as subtle as summer is obvious; as refreshing as summer is wearying. Autumn seems like paradise.

I can love October in September. September doesn’t care.

I love September, especially when we're in it.

The fall is my favorite time of year. I love the colors. The sun is out, you get warmth on your skin but there's the coolness of the breeze. It's really comfortable.

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

Fall is my favorite my time of the year. I love it. I'll try and make it back to Vancouver a bunch. I love going back home for that. Everything turns orange. You start to get out of summer, start making your way into the winter, everyone is wearing jackets. Vancouver lights up in the fall, so I definitely go back there for a bit.

Fall is my favorite season in Los Angeles, watching the birds change color and fall from the trees.

Autumn's the mellow time.

I love fall! Fall is, like, one of my favorite seasons.

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

Delicious autumn! My very soul is wedded to it.

I like autumn. The drama of it; the golden lion roaring through the back door of the year, shaking its mane of leaves. A dangerous time; of violent rages and deceptive calm, of fireworks in the pockets and conkers in the fist.

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

The time of year I love the weather the most here is the fall, and I've never really gotten to experience the mountains and Denver in the fall because I was always playing and traveling.

I have come to regard November as the older, harder man's October. I appreciate the early darkness and cooler temperatures. It puts my mind in a different place than October. It is a month for a quieter, slightly more subdued celebration of summer's death as winter tightens its grip.

I love all the holidays and getting to see my family a lot during the fall. I also love the weather and getting to wear sweaters and jackets.

My favourite season is autumn, and I love walking through woods.

Behold congenial Autumn comes, the Sabbath of the Year.

Autumn is as joyful and sweet as an untimely end.

Corn wind in the fall, come off the black lands, come off the whisper of the silk hangers, the lap of the flat spear leaves.