Autumn Quotes Quotes
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“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
― Either/Or
“Maybe I don't know how to pray
But I know how to kneel
with the fallen leaves,
How to ask back and how to let go,
and how to get the sunset in my veins,
drop by drop, every day more.
And maybe some day I will learn,
to give like trees in autumn,
until my own dissolution.
Everything will eventually go away
And it will always be too soon.”
― The Void That Reflects Your Beauty
But I know how to kneel
with the fallen leaves,
How to ask back and how to let go,
and how to get the sunset in my veins,
drop by drop, every day more.
And maybe some day I will learn,
to give like trees in autumn,
until my own dissolution.
Everything will eventually go away
And it will always be too soon.”
― The Void That Reflects Your Beauty
“As my summer draws to a close,
I drag my dreams behind me,
till all collapses back into light,
in a season without hours.
In the end, only you remain,
beyond the unfolded memory,
as I turn my only heart
toward the sunrise.”
― The Void That Reflects Your Beauty
I drag my dreams behind me,
till all collapses back into light,
in a season without hours.
In the end, only you remain,
beyond the unfolded memory,
as I turn my only heart
toward the sunrise.”
― The Void That Reflects Your Beauty
“Autumn questions: Does a dead leaf have a dream? Does she want to return to her green tree again? Does she want to drift in the wind and travel the world? Or does she want to meet other dead leaves? Maybe she just wants to get into the frame of a photo and become immortal?”
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“I feel you calling, in the autumn sweet transformation.
I have reached my brightest green to the gold burning sun.
I have folded my colours into the wind,
bright colours taken to the sky.
My silk has gone to moisture in the rising atmosphere
and I am your colours again, deep and warm.
I hear your calling and I answer,
I come back to you, to slip inside the dark.
Will I be found by the decaying things?
Will I be found by the roots and drunk by tree and flower?
Will I slip and mingle and roll along,
find my way to a river and with it dance,
and give myself in a sigh to the ocean?
Will I scatter, a few fragments of sand –
my body to glisten beneath a caress of moonlight
as I make my way towards no more
as I find my way to forever”
― Mystical Tides
I have reached my brightest green to the gold burning sun.
I have folded my colours into the wind,
bright colours taken to the sky.
My silk has gone to moisture in the rising atmosphere
and I am your colours again, deep and warm.
I hear your calling and I answer,
I come back to you, to slip inside the dark.
Will I be found by the decaying things?
Will I be found by the roots and drunk by tree and flower?
Will I slip and mingle and roll along,
find my way to a river and with it dance,
and give myself in a sigh to the ocean?
Will I scatter, a few fragments of sand –
my body to glisten beneath a caress of moonlight
as I make my way towards no more
as I find my way to forever”
― Mystical Tides
“Forgiveness is beautiful, just like a bright autumn afternoon.”
― Safa Tempo: Poems New & Selected
― Safa Tempo: Poems New & Selected
“Yes, autumn has come again, you thought that it will always be summer, you thought that life will go like this, but here comes autumn and it reminds you again: There is winter in life, there is the end of life!”
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“If you throw autumn leaves on a joyful soul, that soul will become even more joyful; if you throw autumn leaves on a sad soul, that soul will become even sadder!”
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“autumn is leaves falling and people falling; in and out of love, in and out of happiness, out of touch.”
― poetic insomnia
― poetic insomnia
“If Heaven existed, I'd found it in those ancient, dark hallways under cold misty skies with autumn's wet leaves sticking to the soles of my boots, in the scent of coffee and old books. And him.”
― Nocticadia
― Nocticadia
“After savouring a riot of hues
you find pleasure in bland pastels.
From a magic spell to
naked stark Truth..
O' Assiduous Autumn',
you endure it all.”
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you find pleasure in bland pastels.
From a magic spell to
naked stark Truth..
O' Assiduous Autumn',
you endure it all.”
―
“Trees do mourn the loss of their leaves. This fall, take a moment to listen to their mourning and observe how easily they overcome it as they make way for new leaves to sprout for the joy that spring will bring.”
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“Do the leaves want autumn to come? Who wants to die? If you gave a leaf a chance to keep it from turning yellow, what leaf would reject it?”
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“В онази вечер обаче, макар и без слънце, почувствах топлина някъде в областта на стомаха – там, където пърхат пеперуди, когато сме прясно влюбени. Носих се над килима от есенни листа и за пръв път усетих с цялото си същество истинското значение на думата данпун и разбрах защо за корейците тя е толкова важна.
Благодаря ти. Есен.”
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Благодаря ти. Есен.”
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“Autumn in kimono,
Poet's cue to write haiku—
Sense over rhyme.”
― Cherry Blossoms: A Haiku Poetry Book
Poet's cue to write haiku—
Sense over rhyme.”
― Cherry Blossoms: A Haiku Poetry Book
“There’s no rush to hold on to what is falling away...!!
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It's ok to embrace the lingering serenity of autumn, where the air grows heavier with the scent of decaying leaves. In that stillness, a slow acceptance unfolds, reminding us that fading is not the same as loss...it is a quiet renewal. A pause before the next rhythm of life.
It's ok to feel the weight of nostalgia as the days shorten. The sun dipping lower, casting shadows that stretch like memories. These moments of reflection are part of the season’s gift, allowing us to trace the path we’ve walked without the urgency to move forward.
It's ok to let the world around you slow down, as the trees shed their leaves in deliberate surrender. There’s no rush to hold on to what is falling away. In this surrender, there’s a percipience. It tells us everything has its time, and to release is to make space for what’s to come.
It's ok to sit with the quiet ache of autumn evenings, where the chill in the air finds its way to your bones. That cold is a reminder of the inevitable cycles we are bound to. Of growth, decay, and the beauty that lies in the in-between moments of transition.”
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It's ok to embrace the lingering serenity of autumn, where the air grows heavier with the scent of decaying leaves. In that stillness, a slow acceptance unfolds, reminding us that fading is not the same as loss...it is a quiet renewal. A pause before the next rhythm of life.
It's ok to feel the weight of nostalgia as the days shorten. The sun dipping lower, casting shadows that stretch like memories. These moments of reflection are part of the season’s gift, allowing us to trace the path we’ve walked without the urgency to move forward.
It's ok to let the world around you slow down, as the trees shed their leaves in deliberate surrender. There’s no rush to hold on to what is falling away. In this surrender, there’s a percipience. It tells us everything has its time, and to release is to make space for what’s to come.
It's ok to sit with the quiet ache of autumn evenings, where the chill in the air finds its way to your bones. That cold is a reminder of the inevitable cycles we are bound to. Of growth, decay, and the beauty that lies in the in-between moments of transition.”
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“This fall, I will be grieving... watching the
leaves let go as I learn to do the same. It's better to disappoint others than to betray your own soul.”
― The Weight of Tender Things
leaves let go as I learn to do the same. It's better to disappoint others than to betray your own soul.”
― The Weight of Tender Things
“An autumn breeze through the open window of your smile makes everything in the world feel just right.”
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“We could be as gentle as October!
Letting what must change, change,
without pleading for permanence.
Even in our fading,
there could be colour,
and an ineffable acceptance of passing.”
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Letting what must change, change,
without pleading for permanence.
Even in our fading,
there could be colour,
and an ineffable acceptance of passing.”
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“Autumn Shimmer"
In the heart of autumn,
in the season of falling leaves,
when golden foliage swirls like forgotten dreams,
sadness falls upon the withering trees,
but you shimmer like a beautiful love breeze.
The world grows silent beneath a fading sun,
Yet you rise in my heart — my dawn, my only sun.
In autumn when everything withers,
Petals fall like broken feathers
Yet you appear, a single blooming rose,
gorgeous and radiant, heaven knows.
The air grows colder, memories freeze in pain,
yet your presence brings spring once again.
My hope never dies — you are the reason,
you are the breath of life in a dying season.
Your gentle touch soothes my soul with ease,
In the heart of autumn,
you shimmer like a beautiful love breeze.
Brimming with the vibrant colors of life.
A flower that never fades,
among the parched, fallen autumn leaves,
you are the only beautiful rose —
delicate, divine, and dewy.
Thirsty autumn drinks nectar from your embrace.
Upon the wilted dry yellow leaves,
you are the dew of God’s grace.
Autumn withers golden leaves,
but you shimmer like a beautiful love breeze.
You shimmer like a beautiful love breeze.”
― "Zaki's Gift Of Love"
In the heart of autumn,
in the season of falling leaves,
when golden foliage swirls like forgotten dreams,
sadness falls upon the withering trees,
but you shimmer like a beautiful love breeze.
The world grows silent beneath a fading sun,
Yet you rise in my heart — my dawn, my only sun.
In autumn when everything withers,
Petals fall like broken feathers
Yet you appear, a single blooming rose,
gorgeous and radiant, heaven knows.
The air grows colder, memories freeze in pain,
yet your presence brings spring once again.
My hope never dies — you are the reason,
you are the breath of life in a dying season.
Your gentle touch soothes my soul with ease,
In the heart of autumn,
you shimmer like a beautiful love breeze.
Brimming with the vibrant colors of life.
A flower that never fades,
among the parched, fallen autumn leaves,
you are the only beautiful rose —
delicate, divine, and dewy.
Thirsty autumn drinks nectar from your embrace.
Upon the wilted dry yellow leaves,
you are the dew of God’s grace.
Autumn withers golden leaves,
but you shimmer like a beautiful love breeze.
You shimmer like a beautiful love breeze.”
― "Zaki's Gift Of Love"
“Autumn is a quiet lesson in surrender: the trees let go of their leaves, embracing change with grace, and in their fall, they teach us how to meet the coming cold without resistance. In the shifting colors and fading light, there is a profound acceptance:
an understanding that letting go is not loss, but the necessary unfolding of life’s cycles.”
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an understanding that letting go is not loss, but the necessary unfolding of life’s cycles.”
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