I cannot endure to waste anything so precious as autumnal sunshine by staying in the h — Nathaniel Hawthorne, The American Notebooks
I cannot endure to waste anything so precious as autumnal sunshine by staying in the h — Nathaniel Hawthorne, The American Notebooks
I cannot endure to waste anything so precious as autumnal sunshine by staying in the h — Nathaniel Hawthorne, The American Notebooks
I cannot endure to waste anything so precious as autumnal sunshine by staying in the h — Nathaniel Hawthorne, The American Notebooks
I cannot endure to waste anything so precious as autumnal sunshine by staying in the h — Nathaniel Hawthorne, The American Notebooks
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I cannot endure to waste anything so precious as autumnal sunshine by staying in the h

— Nathaniel Hawthorne, The American Notebooks
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More “Autumn” Quotes

Autumn carries more gold in its pocket than all the other seasons. — Jim Bishop
Autumn is as joyful and sweet as an untimely end. — Rémy de Gourmont
AUTUMNAL Pale amber sunlight falls across The reddening October trees, That hardly sway before a breeze As soft as summe — Ernest Dowson, The Poems and Prose of Ernest Dowson
The leaves fall, the wind blows, and the farm country slowly changes from the summer cottons into its winter wools. — Henry Beston
LONDON. Michaelmas Term lately over, and the Lord Chancellor sitting in Lincoln’s Inn Hall. Implacable November weather. — Charles Dickens, Bleak House
Two sounds of autumn are unmistakable...the hurrying rustle of crisp leaves blown along the street...by a gusty wind, an — Hal Borland
I was drinking in the surroundings: air so crisp you could snap it with your fingers and greens in every lush shade imag — Wendy Delsol, Stork
It was one of those perfect English autumnal days which occur more frequently in memory than in life. — P.D. James, A Taste for Death
The tints of autumn...a mighty flower garden blossoming under the spell of the enchanter, frost. — John Greenleaf Whittier
October proved a riot a riot to the senses and climaxed those giddy last weeks before Halloween. — Keith Donohue
A moral character is attached to autumnal scenes; the leaves falling like our years, the flowers fading like our hours, — François-René de Chateaubriand, Mémoires d'Outre-Tombe
It was one of those perfect New York October afternoons, when the explosion of oranges and yellows against the bright bl — Sarah Dunn, Secrets to Happiness