It's September 21st, a day I love for the balance it carries with it. — Pam Houston, Waltzing the Cat
It's September 21st, a day I love for the balance it carries with it. — Pam Houston, Waltzing the Cat
It's September 21st, a day I love for the balance it carries with it. — Pam Houston, Waltzing the Cat
It's September 21st, a day I love for the balance it carries with it. — Pam Houston, Waltzing the Cat
It's September 21st, a day I love for the balance it carries with it. — Pam Houston, Waltzing the Cat
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It's September 21st, a day I love for the balance it carries with it.

— Pam Houston, Waltzing the Cat
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More “Autumn” Quotes

I love autumn", Emily said to me. "It wins you over with its mute appeal to sympathy for its decay. — Nicholas Sparks, Two By Two
Let whoever wants to, relax in the south,And bask in the garden of paradise.Here is the essence of north—and it's autumn — Anna Akhmatova, The Complete Poems of Anna Akhmatova
Autumn. The grace in letting dead things fall. — Darnell Lamont Walker
Halloween creatures both friendly & gruesome peered out of the rustling leaves. — Kevin Purdy
See you in the fall. — Justine Larbalestier, Liar
The air had a cool crispness to it and the leaves on the trees had begun turning yellow and red. — Carla Reighard, Elle's Magical Shoes
Outside there's a chill in the air that reminds me autumn is on the way, even though it's still only September. This tim — Zoe Sugg, Girl Online Going Solo
The river this November afternoonRests in an equipoise of sun and cloud:A glooming light, a gleaming darkness shroudIts — Cecil Day-Lewis, The Complete Poems of C. Day Lewis
The last dead leaves of fall crackled underfoot, winter-crisp. — Neil Gaiman, American Gods
Autumn is an interesting season, even in the metaphor of life, is a time of decline, of loss, but also intense and haunt — Luigina Sgarro
The gold and scarlet leaves that littered the countryside in great drifts whispered and chuckled among themselves, or to — Gerald Durrell, My Family and Other Animals
We should wait six-seven months. Maybe, upon spring's arrival, our love would blossom. As of now, dry-lifeless-forlorn, — Saru Singhal