Red Leaves Quotes:

In the entire circle of the year there are no days so delightful as those of a fine October, when the trees are bare to the mild heavens, and the red leaves bestrew the road, and you can feel the breath of winter, morning and evening - no days so calm, so tenderly solemn, and with such a reverent meekness in the air.

- Alexander Smith

source: Alexander Smith (1914). “Dreamthorp”

topic: Morning, Fall, Autumn, October And Fall, Winter Morning

The once red leaf, the last of its clan, that dances as often as dance it can.

- Samuel Taylor Coleridge

topic: Ballet, Red, Lasts, Twigs, Clans

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 topmost twig that looks up at the sky.

- Samuel Taylor Coleridge

source: Samuel Taylor Coleridge, William Greenough Thayer Shedd (1854). “The Complete Works of Samuel Taylor Coleridge: With an Introductory Essay Upon His Philosophical and Theological Opinions”, p.251

topic: Fall, Autumn, Light, Twigs, Clans

The falling leaves drift by the window The autumn leaves of red and gold.... I see your lips, the summer kisses The sunburned hands, I used to hold Since you went away, the days grow long And soon I'll hear ol' winter's song. But I miss you most of all my darling, When autumn leaves start to fall.

- Johnny Mercer

topic: Summer, Song, Fall, October And Fall, Summer To Fall

The ponderous tomes are bales of the mind's merchandise.

- Robert Aris Willmott

source: Robert Aris Willmott (1907). “Pleasures of Literature”

topic: Mind, Merchandise, Red Leaves

How do you see those tree?... They are yellow. Well then put down yellow. And that shadow is rather blue. So render it with pure ultramarine. Those red leaves? Use vermillion.

- Paul Gauguin

topic: Blue, Yellow, Tree, Red Leaves

You know that scenario where roses are red, leaves are green, I love arguing that. ‘Why should they be?’. I hate rules and formulas. That’s so boring. It’s the opposite of creativity. Rules are ridiculous things that are meant to be broken.

- Philip Treacy

topic: So Boring, Red Leaves, Roses Are Red, Ridiculous Things

Under the summer roses When the flagrant crimson Lurks in the dusk Of the wild red leaves, Love, with little hands, Comes and touches you With a thousand memories, And asks you Beautiful, unanswerable questions.

- Carl Sandburg

topic: Beautiful, Summer, Memories, Little Hands, Red Leaves

The gloomy recess of an ecclesiastical library is like a harbor, into which a far-traveling curiosity has sailed with its freight, and cast anchor. The ponderous tomes are bales of the mind's merchandise. Odors of distant countries and times steal from the red leaves, the swelling ridges of vellum, and the titles in tarnished gold.

- Robert Aris Willmott

topic: Country, Anchors, Curiosity, Merchandise, Swelling

This sunlight shames November where he grieves In dead red leaves, and will not let him shun The day, though bough with bough be overrun. But with a blessing every glade receives High salutation.

- Dante Gabriel Rossetti

topic: Autumn, Blessing, Grieving, Red Leaves, Salutations

I'm sure the red fern has grown and has completely covered the two little mounds. I know it is still there, hiding its secret beneath those long, red leaves, but it wouldn't be hidden from me for part of my life is buried there, too. Yes, I know it is still there, for in my heart I believe the legend of the sacred red fern.

- Wilson Rawls

topic: Believe, Heart, Two, Red Leaves, Ferns

There is a door. It opens. Then it is closed. But a slip of light stays, like a scrap of unreadable paper left on the floor, or the one red leaf the snow releases in March

- Jane Hirshfield

topic: Light, Doors, Snow, Scrap, Red Leaves

Not only is the day waning, but the year. The low sun is fiery and yet cold behind the monastery ruin, and the Virginia creeper on the Cathedral wall has showered half its deep-red leaves down on the pavement. There has been rain this afternoon, and a wintry shudder goes among the little pools on the cracked, uneven flag-stones, and through the giant elm-trees as they shed a gust of tears.

- Charles Dickens

topic: Nature, Wall, Rain, Creepers, Monasteries

Needle was Robb and Bran and Rickon, her mother and her father, even Sansa. Needle was Winterfell's grey walls, and the laughter of its people. Needle was the summer snows, Old Nan's stories, the heart tree with its red leaves and scary face, the warm earthy smell of the glass gardens, the sound of the north wind rattling the shutters of her room. Needle was Jon Snow's smile. He used to mess my hair and call me "little sister," she remembered, and suddenly there were tears in her eyes.

- George R. R. Martin

source: George R. R. Martin (2011). “A Game of Thrones 4-Book Bundle: A Song of Ice and Fire Series: A Game of Thrones, A Clash of Kings, A Storm of Swords, and A Feast for Crows”, p.2982, Bantam

topic: Summer, Mother, Laughter, Nans, Red Leaves