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Rebellious leaves going out in a blaze of glory, setting trees aflame in riotous color. Reluctant surrender to rumors of coming winter.

Rise up, empower yourself and take a step. The only way to know that you still have some amount of strength in you when you fall is to attempt to rise up. However if you believe you don't have any strength, you will remain where you are!

Sad, slow music in the small hours of the morning isn't just sad and slow music. It's a narration. And through the myriad of morning dew, we are the twinkling stars that fade with the rising sun.

See you in the fall.

September was a busy time of year for accounants, and not particularly Al's favorite. All the corporations that had filed extensions in April had to have their taxes in by the middle of September, with the procrastinating individuals following close behind. Al's clients who hadn't been able to get their finances together in the spring were even less inclined to now, any more than they wanted to tuck in the loose ends of their carefree summer spending... In September, accountants were firmly planted in the role of curmudgeon, grown-up when everyone wanted only to remember the feeling of bare feet for as long as possible.

She had said he had been driven away from her by a dream,--and there was no answer one could make her--there seemed to be no forgiveness for such a transgression. And yet is not mankind itself, pushing on its blind way, driven by a dream of its greatness and its power upon the dark paths of excessive cruelty and of excessive devotion. And what is the pursuit of truth, after all?

She fell into his arms like the rainfall over an ocean.

She could not have asked for a more perfect day. The sun was shining, the humidity was low. There was a slight breeze. The water was a silvery blue. It was a bright, beautiful, early, autumn day. Perfect.

Shift yourself away from the slippery ground of bad attitudes and you’ll not drift off!

Shigure: *pokes Rit in the side* JUSTICE WILL PREVAIL! <3 Rit: *falls*

Some of Bay's fondest memories were of lying under the apple tree in the summer while Claire gardened and the apple tree tossed apples at her like a dog trying to coax its owner into playing catch.

So if you fall for someone you may tell the world that you have billions of reason to love them but do they have too?

Sometimes I dig holes for people to fall in. Then I shout, “I've got you!

Sometimes in the quest of searching the stars in others eyes, we fall into the never ending pit of darkness.

Sometimes you have to fall hard enough for it to hurt to know when to pick yourself up. You can't start to put yourself back together if you don't even know that you're broken.

Sometimes we stumble and fall, it doesn’t mean we are failures, it simply means we are moving forward.

Sometimes your fall is not caused by your enemies, but it is caused by your stupid actions, behavior, and bad attitude.

Sometimes you try to fly and you fall. Remember your falls are not fatal, they're just a little painful. Endure the pain, clean the blood stain, you'll surely gain! Get up and fly again!

Stand firm in faith, least you fall.

Soothing the exhaustion In my soul, So I can fall back skyward, Safe in your arms, And survive to dream again.

Speaking of happiness, those distinctive moments are found outdoors – in the fall, in the winter and always in the mountains where people are few, wildlife is abundant and there is peace in the quiet.

Starfall in the sky as a result of anybody’s Fall here below?

Still In the fall, I believe again in poetry if nothing else it is a movement of the mind. Summers ball together into sticky lumps, spring evenings are glass beads from one mould for standard-size youth, winter a smooth heaviness, not even cold. But the mind trembles here, on the brink the mind trembles there is life, after all, there is life, still unbelief left.

Steam rising underneath a canopy of whispering, changing aspens; starlight in the clear, dark night, and wondrous beauty in every direction. If only all could feel this way, to be so captured and enthralled with autumn.

Stop falling for those who won't raise you up in the future.

Sure, Manda knew that the tree wasn’t actually dead. Mrs. Evans, her teacher, taught her that some trees lose their leaves in the wintertime making them look dead, when they were only sleeping. Sleeping or not, the big tree was dead to Manda.

Summer rushes in on the heels of spring, eager to take her turn; and then she dances with wild abandon. But the time soon comes when she gratefully falls, exhausted and sated, into the auburn arms of autumn.

The clearest version of vision, backed by the purest grade of greed is a ripen file of failure.

That time of year thou mayst in me behold When yellow leaves, or none, or few, do hang Upon those boughs which shake against the cold, Bare ruin'd choirs, where late the sweet birds sang. In me thou seest the twilight of such day As after sunset fadeth in the west, Which by and by black night doth take away, Death's second self, that seals up all in rest. In me thou see'st the glowing of such fire That on the ashes of his youth doth lie, As the death-bed whereon it must expire Consumed with that which it was nourish'd by. This thou perceivest, which makes thy love more strong, To love that well which thou must leave ere long.

The air had a cool crispness to it and the leaves on the trees had begun turning yellow and red.

The air was fresh and crisp and had a distinct smell which was a mixture of the dried leaves on the ground and the smoke from the chimneys and the sweet ripe apples that were still clinging onto the branches in the orchard behind the house.

...the air has that bracing autumnal bite so that all you want to do is bob for apples or hang a witch or something.

Thank you leaf blowers, for making me look like the world's lamest Ghostbuster. I ain't afraid of no leaves.

The Fall will always be yours and mine…

The Fall Of Man Did Not Wave God’s Intention To Reveal His Love To Mankind

The fact that you can still stand for God even when some people try to push you to fall, is a proof that you were not DRAGGED Up, but you were BROUGHT Up!

The Fall, a time when the illusion of the Maya fades away, a freedom from the identification with the illusory persona. For as the trees let go of their leaves to embrace the new season each year, there is no need to fight the shadows that form the illusion or the masks that form our egoic personas, but rather enjoy the illusion for what it is and find the freedom to accept and play a role outside of identification.

The grandeur of the thieving falsity is larceny, the fall of cities.

The fools are always the architect of their fall and trouble.

The gold and scarlet leaves that littered the countryside in great drifts whispered and chuckled among themselves, or took experimental runs from place to place, rolling like coloured hoops among the trees. It was as if they were practising something, preparing for something, and they would discuss it excitedly in rustly voices as they crowded round the tree trunks.

The fullness of life is wrapped in all sacred times: plenty and scarcity; happiness and sadness; planting and harvesting; sunrise and sunset; winter and springtime; summer and autumn; beginning and finishing; birth and death…!

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

The ladder of leadership can only stand firm on the grounds of integrity. Any other ground makes it unstable till it falls.

The last dead leaves of fall crackled underfoot, winter-crisp.

The laughter of children filled the crisp air while off-beat rhythms of knocks and door bells mixed with a chorus of "trick or treat" that sang out into the early evening.

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

The leaves drifted silently to the ground in the crisp autumn air. I inhaled deeply, the smell of burning bonfires far, far away enchanting my nostrils. Autumn had come early this year and I was excited for the change in colors that had already begun to take over the trees of the forest that surrounded Grandmother’s house.

The mellow autumn came, and with it came The promised party, to enjoy its sweets. The corn is cut, the manor full of game; The pointer ranges, and the sportsman beats In russet jacket;—lynx-like is his aim; Full grows his bag, and wonderful his feats. Ah, nutbrown partridges! Ah, brilliant pheasants! And ah, ye poachers!—'Tis no sport for peasants.

The major factor that makes a great leader to fail emerge from the decision of people who surround him/her.

The might of life honors the waning sun of Autumn be-decking the landscape in a fancy blaze of tangerine.