Welcome back. By now, you've probably read our previous blog. Finding recovery during this fall season is quite fitting, considering the leaves that depart from their tree branches during this time of year. If you happened to miss our previous article, be sure to visit back with it to learn more about falling leaves and why recovery is so fitting for autumn. Our substance abuse treatment centers in Charlotte NC are here to help you find inspiration this time of year, to help you fight addiction and live a health, drug free life.
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Below, you'll find inspiring quotes about the beauty of fall and how it's a time for change and regrowth.
Adieu to those more cheerful hours, Spent amid Spring's unfolding flowers, Or Summer's soothing shade; A few short weeks,—and then adieu To fields and groves of changeful hue, By Autumn's hand array'd! - Bernard Barton, "Stanzas on the Approach of Winter" (stanza II), Napoleon and Other Poems, 1822
After the first autumn rains, how inimitable the beauty of days—the fall colors, not yet faded, washed out, in the winter deluge, but dripping, glistening, every crystal drop refracting the hue it trickles over. Running, draining color, brighter before the soil takes back again the positive red and yellow and blue to weave into the misty textures of spring. - Virginia Garland, "The Rain," Out West: A Magazine of the Old Pacific and the New, February 1908
For man, autumn is a time of harvest, of gathering together. For nature, it is a time of sowing, of scattering abroad. - Edwin Way Teale, Autumn Across America
I am struck by the simplicity of light in the atmosphere in the autumn, as if the earth absorbed none, and out of this profusion of dazzling light came the autumnal tints. - Henry David Thoreau, Oct. 12, 1852
It was one of the loveliest days in early autumn, and the general atmosphere had a tendency to subdue every feeling of the heart, and threw me in a thoughtful mood. - Charles Lanman, "Musings," 1840
So ghostly and strange a look the blurred world wears, Viewed from this flowerless garden's dreary squares, That now, while these weird, vaporous days exist, It would not seem a marvel if where we walk We met, dim-glimmering on its thorny stalk, Some pale, intangible rose, with leaves of mist! - Edgar Fawcett, "Indian Summer," in The Atlantic Monthly, November 1877
The golden days! The golden days! Warm with sunshine and dreamy with haze; warm with the sunshine and cool with the breeze! Like troops of tropical butterflies. Clouds of leaves from the gorgeous trees. Flutter and fall, and cover the earth with splendid dyes. Matching the marvels of sunset skies. - Harriet McEwen Kimball (1834–1917), "In Autumn," c.1864
The hush comes with the deepening of Autumn; but it comes gradually. Our ears are attuned to it, day by quieter day. But even now, if one awakens in the deep darkness of the small hours, one can hear it, a foretaste of Winter silence. It’s a little painful now, and a little lonely because it is so strange. - Hal Borland
The matron dignity of Autumn's tread Can bring with it a joy more grave and deep, While Nature decks and gilds her funeral bed Ere yet she sinks in Winter's death-like sleep. - Fanny Charlotte Wyndham Montgomery (1820–1893), "Moonlight," 1846
Time remorselessly rumbles down the corridors and streets of our lives. But it is not until autumn that most of us become aware that our tickets are stamped with a terminal destination…that whatever can be done with our thoughts, words, and actions must be done soon. As we hypnotically watch the steadily diminishing reserve of sand in Life’s hourglass, the instincts of a miser surface. Life is now savored, sipped as with a fine nineteenth-century French wine.... It is during the autumn of our lives that this inner vintage begins to sculpt and paint the face as it seeps through the skin from within. - Joe L. Wheeler, Remote Controlled: How TV Affects You and Your Family
When the bold branches Bid farewell to rainbow leaves —Welcome wool sweaters. - B. Cybrill
Wild is the music of autumnal winds, Amongst the faded woods. - William Wordsworth
A hidden fire burns perpetually upon the hearth of the world.... In autumn this great conflagration becomes especially manifest. Then the flame that is slowly and mysteriously consuming every green thing bursts into vivid radiance. Every blade of grass and every leaf in the woodlands is cast into the great oven of Nature; and the bright colours of their fading are literally the flames of their consuming. The golden harvest-fields are glowing in the heart of the furnace.... By this autumn fire God every year purges the floor of nature. All effete substances that have served their purpose in the old form are burnt up. Everywhere God makes sweet and clean the earth with fire. - Hugh Macmillan
Besides the Autumn poets sing. A few prosaic days. A little this side of the snow And that side of the Haze...Grant me, Oh Lord, a sunny mind—Thy windy will to bear! - Emily Dickinson
Every blade in the field, every leaf in the forest, lays down its life in its season, as beautifully as it was taken up. It is the pastime of a full quarter of the year. Dead trees, sere leaves, dried grass and herbs—are not these a good part of our life? And what is that pride of our autumnal scenery but the hectic flush, the sallow and cadaverous countenance of vegetation? Its painted throes, with the November air for canvas? - Henry David Thoreau, letter to Ralph Waldo Emerson, 1842 March 11th
Is not this a true autumn day? Just the still melancholy that I love — that makes life and nature harmonize. The birds are consulting about their migrations, the trees are putting on the hectic or the pallid hues of decay, and begin to strew the ground, that one’s very footsteps may not disturb the repose of earth and air, while they give us a scent that is a perfect anodyne to the restless spirit. 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. - George Eliot, letter to Miss Lewis, 1st October 1841
It was one of those perfect English autumnal days which occur more frequently in memory than in life. The rich colours of grass and earth were intensified by the mellow light of a sun almost warm enough for spring... - P.D. James, A Taste for Death
No spring nor summer’s beauty hath such grace. As I have seen in one Autumnal face.... - John Donne, "Elegy IX: The Autumnal"
Oh how we love pumpkin season. You did know this gourd-ish squash has its own season, right? Winter, Spring, Summer, Pumpkin.... We anxiously anticipate it every year. - Trader Joe’s Fearless Flyer, October 2010
The bright summer had passed away, and gorgeous autumn was flinging its rainbow-tints of beauty on hill and dale. - Cornelia L. Tuthill, "Virginia Dare: Or, the Colony of Roanoke," 1840
The foliage has been losing its freshness through the month of August, and here and there a yellow leaf shows itself like the first gray hair amidst the locks of a beauty who has seen one season too many.... September is dressing herself in showy dahlias and splendid marigolds and starry zinnias. October, the extravagant sister, has ordered an immense amount of the most gorgeous forest tapestry for her grand reception. - Oliver Wendell Holmes (1809–1894), 
"Autumn," The Atlantic Almanac, 1868
Autumn carries more gold in its pocket than all the other seasons. - Jim Bishop
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