It was autumn, the springtime of death. Rain spattered the rotting leaves, and a wild wind wailed. Death was singing in the shower. Death was happy to be alive. The fetus bailed out without a parachute. It landed in the sideline Astroturf, so upsetting the cheerleaders that for the remained of the afternoon their rahs were more like squeaks.
Autumn Quotes (184 Quotes)
It was autumn, the springtime of death.
Those final weeks, spanning end of summer and the beginning of another autumn, are blurred in memory, perhaps because our understanding of each other had reached that sweet depth where two people communicate more often in silence than in words: an affectionate quietness replaces the tensions, the unrelaxed chatter and chasing about that produce a friendship's more showy, more, in the surface sense, dramatic moments.
That it would always be summer and autumn, and you always courting me, and always thinking as much of me as you have done through the past summertime!
This is the autumn of wonders, yet every day, every single day, I go back to that burned afternoon in August when T. Ray left. I go back to that one moment when I stood in the driveway with small rocks and clumps of dirt around my feet and looked back at the porch. And there they were. All these mothers. I have more mothers than any eight girls off the street. They are the moons shining over me.
She looked like autumn, when leaves turned and fruit ripened.
Autumn is no tiem to lie alone
The world know it not; but you, Autumn, I confess it: your wind at night-fall stabs deep into my heart
Yes, the world may aspire to vacuousness, lost souls mourn beauty, insignificance surrounds us. Then let us drink a cup of tea. Silence descends, one hears the wind outside, autumn leaves rustle and take flight, the cat sleeps in a warm pool of light. And, with each swallow, time is sublimed.
To think that the affairs of this life always remain in the same state is a vain presumption; indeed they all seem to be perpetually changing and moving in a circular course. Spring is followed by summer, summer by autumn, and autumn by winter, which is again followed by spring, and so time continues its everlasting round. But the life of man is ever racing to its end, swifter than time itself, without hope of renewal, unless in the next that is limitless and infinite.
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.
The bowed head, the buried face. She is silent, she will never speak, never forgive, never reach a hand, never leave this frozen present tense. All waits, suspended. Suspended the autumn trees, the autumn sky, anonymous people. A blackbird, poor fool, sings out of season from the willows by the lake. A flight of pigeons over the houses; fragments of freedom, hazard, an anagram made flesh. And somewhere the stinging smell of burning leaves.
When I think back about my immediate reaction to that redheads girl, it seems to spring from an appreciation of natural beauty. I mean the heart pleasure you get from looking at speckled leaves or the palimpsested bark of plane trees in Provence. There was something richly appealing to her color combination, the ginger snaps floating in the milk-white skin, the golden highlights in the strawberry hair. it was like autumn, looking at her. It was like driving up north to see the colors.
Anne could not immediately fall into a quotation again. The sweet scenes of autumn were for a while put by - unless some tender sonnet, fraught with the apt analogy of the declining year, with declining happiness, and the images of youth and hope, and spring, all gone together, blessed her memory.
Autumn seemed to arrive suddenly that year. The morning of the first September was crisp and golden as an apple...
What is it that sometimes speaks in the soul so calmly, so clearly, that its earthly time is short? Is it the secret instinct of decaying nature, or the soul's impulsive throb, as immortality draws on? Be what it may, it rested in the heart of Eva, a calm, sweet, prophetic certainty that Heaven was near; calm as the light of sunset, sweet as the bright stillness of autumn, there her little heart reposed, only troubled by sorrow for those who loved her so dearly.
If he does go, the change will be doleful. Suppose he should be absent spring, summer, and autumn: how joyless sunshine and fine days will seem!
What a little vessel of sadness we are, sailing in this muffled silence through the autumn dark.
It's like going back to school. You know, autumn Time for Harry Potter.
Crowned with the sickle, and wheaten sheaf, While Autumn, nodding oer the yellow plain, Comes jovial on.
This was one of those perfect New England days in late summer where the spirit of autumn takes a first stealing flight, like a spy, through the ripening country-side, and, with feigned sympathy for those who droop with August heat, puts her cool cloak of bracing air about leaf and flower and human shoulders.
I've lived in the Engadine for a while and saw the seasons just bleed in one after the other and I keep going back there because it's absolutely fantastic in the autumn.
It's a step ahead from the autumn internationals. We always felt we were moving forward.
Matt is an important part of the England squad and made a big contribution during the Autumn series and the Six Nations. He will be missed by during this crucial time of the season and by ourselves on the tour to Australia and we wish him a swift and full recovery.
Unless a tree has borne blossoms in spring, you will vainly look for fruit on it in autumn.
Summer makes me drowsy, Autumn makes me sing, Winters pretty lousy, but I hate Spring.
My resignation has been accepted. I was happy to stay for the tests in the autumn but it was agreed that it would make for a smoother transition of responsibility if I withdrew my position with immediate effect,
In California in the early Spring, There are pale yellow mornings, when the mist burns slowly into day, The air stings like Autumn, clarifies like pain - Well, I have dreamed this coast myself.
Deep inside, we're still the boys of autumn, that magic time of the year that once swept us onto America's fields.
Autumn wins you best by this its mute appeal to sympathy for its decay.
I put quite a few trees in last autumn. A lot of silver birch and a couple of native trees - just generally doing gardening, putting plants in and hedges in. It takes quite a lot of time and I love it.
I am disappointed for Pat, Worcester and England because he will be sorely missed. He was outstanding for us in the autumn, and he played very well in the first half for Worcester against Bristol on Friday night before coming off.
And getting married this autumn was certainly an additional incentive to spend rather more time in England.
The good news was how well he settled there and now we can plan an autumn campaign for him,
And when we will finally understand all this we will know how to see our God that is our Creating Factor and Unique Accidental one. Then we will realize that in fact, the Accidental Occurrence through which it left its print in our world was not an occurrence of suffering nor of loss of hope that the existence of this world that we have long wished it did not exist any more gave us, but that print was a print that asked only one thing of us, those who think through the Logical Coefficient 2, namely to understand the miracle of the fact that we exist, that we can sense poetry, nature, the colours of autumn, the sound of rivers, and woods, of the waves, and they are neither mistakes nor sadness. For us, who think through the logical Coefficient 2, because for others in the worlds with other Logical Coefficients, the Accidental Occurrence was in its eternity something else. But for us, it was sadness because some colour of sadness was necessary, not only of happiness, or disappointment or fulfilment, of hope and unfufilment, of success and hard work and other colours to paint this wonderful painting that is the nature of this world.
It is a worry because Shane just hasn't been able to shake off the problem, but it is still our hope that he will be fit for the Heineken Cup and then for Wales in the Autumn.
When I speak My lips feel cold The autumn wind.
It is only the farmer who faithfully plants seeds in the Spring, who reaps a harvest in the Autumn.
Here we are now the first day of autumn and those lakes are a long way below where they should be, and we do need to be thinking about an electricity shortage in winter.
It was a retrospective comment based on issues which arose last year and Charlie gave an honest opinion. I think the Twickenham crowd have been outstanding in the last six months and really got behind the side in the autumn internationals. I know the England support will be right behind Charlie Hodgson and the whole team this weekend.
Autumn is a second spring when every leaf is a flower.
Thirteen Ways of Looking at a Blackbird I Among twenty snowy mountains, The only moving thing Was the eye of the blackbird. II I was of three minds, Like a tree In which there are three blackbirds. III The blackbird whirled in the autumn winds. It was a s.
Ere, in the northern gale, The summer tresses of the trees are gone, The woods of Autumn, all around our vale, Have put their glory on.
Martin will be the captain for the Six Nations. He was inspirational during the autumn.
Nothing is more fleeting than external form, which withers and alters like the flowers of the field at the appearance of autumn.
An analysis of bird migration routes has shown that in autumn 2005... the H5N1 virus may be spread from Western Siberia to the Caspian Sea and the Black Sea.
Smoke of autumn is on it all.
Tis an old dial with many a stain In summer crowned with drifting orchard bloom, Tricked in the autumn with the yellow rain, And white in winter like a marble tomb. And round about its gray, timeeaten brow Lean letters speak a worn and shattered row I am a Shade A Shadowe too arte thou I marke the Time saye, Gossip, dost thou soe.
He types his labored column - weary drudge Senile fudge and solemn spare, editor, to condemn these dry leaves of his autumn.
I thought the preparation for the autumn was spot-on. We are asking Martin (Corry) and the team to play at their very best, and we want to give them every opportunity to do that.