A love letter to our beloved autumn season.
Enjoy!
Autumn, leaves falling, and a new season of activity beginning — October the dawn of the year.
― Virginia Woolf, from a diary entry written c. September 1927
The autumn beginning...the sad autumn of the yellow leaves. I feel very alive.
― Anne Sexton, from a letter to Alfred Sexton written c. September 1963
You ask about the leaves—shall I say they are falling? They had begun to fall before Vinnie and I came home, and we walked up the steps through "little brown ones rustling." We were talking of you the other night, how we wished you were here to see the autumn sun set, and walk and talk with us among the fading leaves.
― Emily Dickinson, from a letter to Austin Dickinson dated 1 October 1851
The October night, calm and lovely, with a star or two caught into the yellowing trees.
― A Room of One's Own by Virginia Woolf
What soft moonlight, silvering the autumn evenings.
― Villette by Charlotte Brontë
Her pleasure in the walk must arise from the exercise and the day, from the view of the last smiles of the year upon the tawny leaves and withered hedges, and from repeating to herself some few of the thousand poetical descriptions extant of autumn—that season of peculiar and inexhaustible influence on the mind of taste and tenderness—that season which has drawn from every poet worthy of being read some attempt at description, or some lines of feeling.
― Persuasion by Jane Austen
But whom could she lean upon?
She asked that question of the wild autumn winds. For it was now October, and wet as usual.
― Orlando: A Biography by Virginia Woolf
I wish you were here. The days and nights are beautiful as only autumn can be.
― Vita Sackville-West, in a letter to Virginia Woolf dated 11 October 1927
On a bright fall day, I had what I believed at the time to be an apprehension of death. It was an effect of light: quick sunlight dappling, yellow leaves falling (but from what? were there even trees on West Fifty-seventh Street?), a shower of gold, spangled, very fast, a falling of the bright.
― The Year of Magical Thinking by Joan Didion
I took a hot bath, and lay on my back in the tub, gazing out at the fog sifting whitely through the leaves.
― Sylvia Plath, from a letter to Aurelia Plath written c. October 1951
Why is summer mist romantic and autumn mist just sad?
― I Capture the Castle by Dodie Smith
We are having such lovely weather - the air is as sweet and still, now and then a gay leaf falling - the crickets sing all day long - high in a crimson tree a belated bird is singing - a thousand little painters are tingeing hill and dale. I admit now, that autumn is most beautiful, and spring is but the least - yet they "differ as stars" in their distinctive glories.
― Emily Dickinson, from a letter to Austin Dickinson dated 10 October 1851
In my Autumn garden I was fain
To mourn among my scattered roses;
Alas for that last rosebud which uncloses
To Autumn’s languid sun and rain
When all the world is on the wane!
Which has not felt the sweet constraint of June,
Nor heard the nightingale in tune.
― excerpt from “An October Garden” by Christina Rossetti
There was a filmy veil of soft dull mist obscuring, but not hiding, all objects, giving them a lilac hue, for the sun had not yet fully set; a robin was singing ... The leaves were more gorgeous than ever; the first touch of frost would lay them all low to the ground. Already one or two kept constantly floating down, amber and golden in the low slanting sun-rays.
― North and South by Elizabeth Gaskell
And I feel as I always do that Autumn is loveliest of all. There is such a sharpness with the sweetness.
― Katherine Mansfield in a letter to Dorothy Brett, dated August 29, 1921
It was the golden time of year. Every day the leaves grew brighter, the air sharper, the grass more brilliant. The sunsets seemed to expand and melt and stretch for hours, and the brick façades glowed pink, and everything got bluer. How many perfect autumns did a person get?
― Either/Or by Elif Batuman
Is not this a true autumn day? Just the still melancholy that I love that makes life and nature harmonize.
― George Eliot, from a letter to Miss Lewis dated 1 October 1841
Flowers, cold from the dew,
And autumn's approaching breath,
I pluck for the warm, luxuriant braids,
Which haven't faded yet.
― excerpt from “Autumn's Breath” by Anna Akhmatova
Outside, it was cool and still, the sky a hazy shade of white peculiar to autumn mornings.
― The Secret History by Donna Tartt
Crying, whistling, calling, they skimmed the placid sea and left the shore. Make haste, make speed, hurry and begone; yet where, and to what purpose? The restless urge of autumn, unsatisfying, sad, had put a spell upon them and they must flock, and wheel, and cry; they must spill themselves of motion before winter came.
― The Birds and Other Stories by Daphne du Maurier
October, crisp, misty, golden October, when the light is sweet and heavy.
― The Magic Toyshop by Angela Carter
Don’t you imagine the leaves dream now
how comfortable it will be to touch
the earth instead of the
nothingness of the air and the endless
freshets of wind?
― excerpt from “Song for Autumn" by Mary Oliver
I'm so glad I live in a world where there are Octobers.
― Anne of Green Gables by L. M. Montgomery
I hope you enjoyed this collection of quotes about autumn.
Wishing you a wonderful rest of the week,
Nicole.
aaa loved these quotes <33