Autumn Quotes

An extra yawn one morning in the springtime, an extra snooze one night in the autumn is all that we ask in return for dazzling gifts. We borrow an hour one night in April; we pay it back with golden interest five months later.

Once a pumpkin, always a pumpkin.

I don’t see how a pumpkin patch could be more sincere than this one. (“It’s the Great Pumpkin, Charlie Brown”)

We fancy men are individuals; so are pumpkins; but every pumpkin in the field goes through every point of pumpkin history.

Autumn is a second spring when every leaf’s a flower.

The first fire since the summer is lit, and is smoking into the room: The sun-rays thread it through, like woof-lines in a loom. Sparrows spurt from the hedge, whom misgivings appal That winter did not leave last year for ever, after all. Like shock-headed urchins, spiny-haired, Stand pollard willows, their twigs just bared. Who […]

Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness, Close bosom-friend of the maturing sun; Conspiring with him how to load and bless With fruit the vines that round the thatch-eves run; To bend with apples the moss’d cottage-trees, And fill all fruit with ripeness to the core; To swell the gourd, and plump the hazel shells With […]

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

October’s foliage yellows with his cold.

All things on earth point home in old October; sailors to sea, travellers to walls and fences, hunters to field and hollow and the long voice of the hounds, the lover to the love he has forsaken.