Crisp Air Quotes

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

Autumn is really the best of the seasons; and I'm not sure that old age isn't the best part of life.

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

Autumn is as joyful and sweet as an untimely end.

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

It was one of those days you sometimes get latish in the autumn when the sun beams, the birds toot, and there is a bracing tang in the air that sends the blood beetling briskly through the veins.

O suns and skies and clouds of June, and flowers of June together. Ye cannot rival for one hour October's bright blue weather.

Autumn arrives in the early morning.

Life starts all over again when it gets crisp in the fall.

Autumn carries more gold in its pocket than all the other seasons.

The sky is so clear today you can see all the way to Missouri.

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

Upstate New York in the middle of October. You can't get more beautiful than that.

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.

Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness, Close bosom-friend of the maturing sun.

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.

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.

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

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.

It was one of those perfect fall days when the air is cool enough to wake you up but the sun is also kissing your face.

In Arizona, we're at 7,000 feet, so we're above half of the world's atmosphere. It's crisp but hard, a side-raking light that can be revealing but doesn't have the softness that maritime air has.

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.

Delicious autumn! My very soul is wedded to it.

I get up very early in the morning. I enjoy the quietness, the stillness, the rawness in the winter and fall. It's a special time.

My heart is drumming in my chest so hard it aches, but it's the good kind of ache, like the feeling you get on the first real day of autumn, when the air is crisp and the leaves are all flaring at the edges and the wind smells just vaguely of smoke - like the end and the beginning of something all at once.