Nature Quotes

"I can smell autumn dancing in the breeze. The sweet chill of pumpkin, and crisp sunburnt leaves."

- Ann Drake

"Autumn lingered on as if fond of its own perfection."

- Winston Graham

"By all these lovely tokens September days are here. With summer’s best of weather and autumn’s best of cheer."

- Helen Hunt Jackson

"And the sun took a step back, the leaves lulled themselves to sleep and autumn was awakened."

- Raquel Franco

"There is a harmony in autumn, and a luster in its sky, which through the summer is not heard or seen, as if it could not be, as if it had not been!"

- Percy Bysshe Shelley

"The heat of autumn is different from the heat of summer. One ripens apples, the other turns them to cider."

- Jane Hirshfield

"Listen! The wind is rising, and the air is wild with leaves, We have had our summer evenings, now for October eves!"

- Humbert Wolfe

"Nature’s first green is gold."

- Robert Frost

"I think that I shall never see a billboard lovely as a tree. Perhaps, unless the billboards fall, I'll never see a tree at all."

- Ogden Nash

"Autumn paints in colors that summer has never seen."

- Ralph Waldo Emerson

"Autumn...the year's last, loveliest smile."

- William Cullen Bryant

"Autumn repays the earth the leaves which summer lent it."

- Georg Christoph Lichtenberg

"The leaves fall, the wind blows, and the farm country slowly changes from the summer cottons into its winter wools."

- Henry Beston

"Rather than books and lectures, nature itself is children’s best teacher."

- Coffey

"You come to nature with all her theories, and she knocks them all flat."

- Pierre Auguste Renoir

"Breathe the sweetness that hovers in August."

- Denise Levertov

"August creates as she slumbers, replete and satisfied."

- Joseph Wood Krutch

"August is the month of the high-sailing hawks."

- John Burroughs

"It was August, and the fields were high with corn. The first flowers of autumn would soon begin to set the hedgerows aflame."

- Arthur Conan Doyle

"When August nears, her mournful looks deplore 'the paradise of childhood' known no more."

- John Townsend Trowbridge

"For August he wears a mulberry coat..."

- Christina Rossetti

"In August, the large masses of berries, which, when in flower, had attracted many wild bees, gradually assumed their bright velvety crimson hue, and by their weight again bent down and broke their tender limbs."

- Henry David Thoreau

"Those late August mornings smelt of autumn from day-break till the hour when the sun-baked earth allowed the cool sea breezes to drive back the then less heavy aroma of threshed wheat, open furrows, and reeking manure."

- Colette

"The first week of August hangs at the very top of summer, the top of the live-long year, like the highest seat of a ferris wheel when it pauses in its turning, The weeks that come before are only a climb from balmy spring, and those that follow a drop to the chill of autumn, but the first week of August is motionless, and hot. It is curiously silent, too, with blank white dawns and glaring noons, and sunsets smeared with too much color."

- Natalie Babbitt

"A golden afternoon of August: every breath from the hills so full of life that it seemed whoever respired it, though dying, might revive."

- Emily Brontë

"August of another summer, and once again I am drinking the sun and the lilies again are spread across the water. I know now what they want is to touch each other. Each of us wears a shadow. But just now it is summer again and I am watching the lilies bow to each other, then slide on the wind and the tug of desire, close, close to one another, Soon now, I’ll turn and start for home. And who knows, maybe I’ll be singing."

- Mary Oliver

"Long drawn, the cool, green shadows Steal o’er the lake’s warm breast, And the ancient silence follows the burning sun to rest. The calm of a thousand summers, And dreams of countless Junes, Return when the lake-wind murmurs through golden August noons."

- William Braithwaite

"Dry August and warm, doth harvest no harm."

- Thomas Tusser

"Autumn is a dance of colors, a symphony of falling leaves."

- Unknown

"August is ripe and the color made the sole quieter than color can know."