Autumn wins you best by this its mute appeal to sympathy for its decay.
Sentiment: POSITIVE
Autumn is my favorite season.
Autumn's the mellow time.
I saw old Autumn in the misty morn stand shadowless like silence, listening to silence.
The most despairing songs are the most beautiful, and I know some immortal ones that are pure tears.
Delicious autumn! My very soul is wedded to it, and if I were a bird I would fly about the earth seeking the successive autumns.
When autumn darkness falls, what we will remember are the small acts of kindness: a cake, a hug, an invitation to talk, and every single rose. These are all expressions of a nation coming together and caring about its people.
My sorrow, when she's here with me, thinks these dark days of autumn rain are beautiful as days can be; she loves the bare, the withered tree; she walks the sodden pasture lane.
When sparrows build and the leaves break forth, My old sorrow wakes and cries.
I like to read Octavia E. Butler's 'Wild Seed' over and over again. And J. California Cooper's 'The Wake of the Wind.' That one makes me cry from joy. I'll mourn - I'll actually mourn - and then I'll cry from joy. She's wonderful.
The album 'Cheers to the Fall' is really kind of me breaking out and being like, 'Listen, I don't care about criticism, and I don't care about possibility of failure. I'm going to do it. And if I do fail, well then, here's to it.'
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