Sadness in autumn is an autumn within autumn! — Mehmet Murat ildan
Sadness in autumn is an autumn within autumn! — Mehmet Murat ildan
Sadness in autumn is an autumn within autumn! — Mehmet Murat ildan
Sadness in autumn is an autumn within autumn! — Mehmet Murat ildan
Sadness in autumn is an autumn within autumn! — Mehmet Murat ildan
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Sadness in autumn is an autumn within autumn!

— Mehmet Murat ildan
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More “Autumn” Quotes

Days decrease, / And autumn grows, autumn in everything. — Robert Browning
I saw old Autumn in the misty mornStand shadowless like silence, listeningTo silence, for no lonely bird would singInto — Thomas Hood
My house completed, and tried and not found wanting by a first Cape Cod year, I went there to spend a fortnight in Septe — Henry Beston, The Outermost House: A Year of Life On The Great Beach of Cape Cod
At the MoorWanderer in the black wind — quietly the dry reeds whisperIn the stillness of the moor. In the gray skyA flock of wild birds follows
Fall colors are funny. They’re so bright and intense and beautiful. It’s like nature is trying to fill you up with color — Siobhan Vivian, Same Difference
Why do some trees stay green while others change their color?”“Certain trees need to show off, dear. I’m sure that my bi — David Eddings, Crystal Gorge
She dreamed of autumn. Of chilly autumn winds and soft fall rains. She could even feel the cool moisture as the rain dro — Grace Willows
If only humans could die like the autumn leaves, with a splash of beauty and the promise of another season. — Shana Chartier
The damps of autumn sink into the leaves and prepare them for the necessity of their fall; and thus insensibly are we, a — Walter Savage Landor
The one red leaf, the last of its clan,That dances as often as dance it can,Hanging so light, and hanging so high,On the — Samuel Taylor Coleridge, Christabel
A child in London asked her father what autumn was, having heard it spoken of these days, and the father in explanation — William Trevor, The Love Department
On this roadwhere nobody else travelsautumn nightfall. — Bashō Matsuo