Falling Leaves Quotes

Not only is the day waning, but the year. The low sun is fiery and yet cold behind the monastery ruin, and the Virginia creeper on the Cathedral wall has showered half its deep-red leaves down on the pavement. There has been rain this afternoon, and a wintry shudder goes among the little pools on the cracked, uneven flag-stones, and through the giant elm-trees as they shed a gust of tears.

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.

When the leaves fall, the whole earth is a cemetery pleasant to walk in. I love to wander and muse over them in their graves. Here are no lying nor vain epitaphs.

Every leaf speaks bliss to me, fluttering from the autumn tree.

Not idly do the leaves of Lorien fall

Outside, a gusty October breeze was combing leaves from the trees and sending them across her backyard in colorful skitters.

As fall the light autumnal leaves, one still the other following, till the bough strews all its honors on the earth below.

When great leaves fall, the winter is at hand.

When she sees the leaves fall, they raise no other idea in her mind than that winter is approaching.

How strange and awful is the synthesis of life and death in the gusty winds and falling leaves of an autumnal day!

Autumn rain, autumn wind, they make one die of sorrow.

The Blossoms and leaves in plenty From the apple tree fall each day; The merry breezes approach them, And with them merrily play.

The leaves are falling, falling as if from far up,as if orchards were dying high in space.Each leaf falls as if it were motioning "no."And tonight the heavy earth is fallingaway from all other stars in the loneliness.We're all falling. This hand here is falling.And look at the other one. It's in them all.And yet there is Someone, whose handsinfinitely calm, holding up all this falling.

Autumn leaves falling down like pieces into place, and I can picture it after all these days.

Autumn is full of leave-taking.

And at that moment a wind came out of the northwest, and entered the woods and bared the golden branches, and danced over the downs, and led a company of scarlet and golden leaves, that had dreaded this day but danced now it had come; and away with a riot of dancing and glory of colour, high in the light of the sun that had set from the sight of the fields, went wind and leaves together.

Swinging on delicate hinges the autumn leaf almost off the stem.

When clouds are seen wise men put on their cloaks; When great leaves fall then winter is at hand.

That time of year thou mayst in me behold When yellow leaves, or none, or few, do hang Upon those boughs which shake against the cold, Bare ruin'd choirs, where late the sweet birds sang. In me thou seest the twilight of such day, As after sunset fadeth in the west, Which by-and-by black night doth take away.

Autumn's the mellow time.

The Autumn is old; The sere leaves are flying; He hath gather'd up gold, And now he is dying;- Old age, begin sighing!

A jerk on a motorcycle is equal to a leaf, because I find it beautiful when these things fall.

Uneasily the leaves fall at this season, forgetting what to do or where to go; the red amnesiacs of autumn drifting thru the graveyard forest. What they have forgotten they have forgotten: what they meant to do instead of fall is not in earth or time recoverable the fossils of intention, the shapes of rot.