Changing Leaves Quotes

I'm so glad I live in a world where there are Octobers. It would be terrible if we just skipped from September to November, wouldn't it?

October is the month for painted leaves. Their rich glow now flashes round the world. As fruits and leaves and the day itself acquire a bright tint just before they fall, so the year near its setting. October is its sunset sky; November the later twilight.

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

Autumn arrives in the early morning.

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

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 love the fall. I love it because of the smells that you speak of; and also because things are dying, things that you don't have to take care of anymore, and the grass stops growing.

Autumn is the eternal corrective. It is ripeness and color and a time of maturity; but it is also breadth, and depth, and distance. What man can stand with autumn on a hilltop and fail to see the span of his world and the meaning of the rolling hills that reach to the far horizon?

Autumn's the mellow time.

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 goldenrod is yellow, The corn is turning brown, The trees in apple orchards With fruit are bending down.

Suddenly it was fall, the season of death, the anniversary of things-going-to-hell.

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

I love the chill October days, when the brown leaves lie thick and sodden underneath your feet.

Oh sure, I really miss the changing seasons, because in Los Angeles you don't really get that - and I feel like New Yorkers - and, really, all East Coasters - they really earn their good seasons. They earn when the weather's hot; they earn when the leaves start to change.

As an actor, you're afforded these experiences that are once-in-a-lifetime for so many people. More often than not, you can't tell the seasons based on the changing of the leaves, but on the experiences you've had.

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

October, baptize me with leaves! Swaddle me in corduroy and nurse me with split pea soup. October, tuck tiny candy bars in my pockets and carve my smile into a thousand pumpkins. O autumn! O teakettle! O grace!

November always seemed to me the Norway of the year.

Autumn teaches us that fruition is also death; that ripeness is a form of decay. The willows, having stood for so long near water, begin to rust. Leaves are verbs that conjugate the seasons.

First of all, it was October, a rare month for boys.

It was like autumn, looking at her. it was like driving up north to see the colors.

October is a fine and dangerous season in America. It is dry and cool and the land is wild with red and gold and crimson, and all the lassitudes of August have seeped out of your blood, and you are full of ambition. It is a wonderful time to begin anything at all.

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