The first day of fall has finally arrived. It’s almost as if Autumn was tired of the lingering Summer weather and decided to impress us thoroughly with its beautiful, crisp, and golden air. The first day of fall directly follows the autumnal equinox, which occurred, on September 22. An equinox occurs two times a year, once in the fall and one in the spring, normally on March 20. However, there is something about fall that leaves people in awe, maybe it’s the colors, beautiful air, or maybe it’s just the bittersweet feeling of saying so long to that sweet summer weather, whatever the reason the fall is a special time of year, and it seems like we aren’t the only ones who think so. In celebration of the first day of fall, we have collected 14 of the top quotes from our favorite novels that praise the marvelous season change.

“Life starts all over again when it gets crisp in the fall.” ― F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Great Gatsby

.“Aprils have never meant much to me, autumns seem that season of beginning, spring.”― Truman Capote, Breakfast at Tiffany's

“Fall has always been my favorite season. The time when everything bursts with its last beauty, as if nature had been saving up all year for the grand finale.”― Lauren DeStefano, Wither

“I’m so glad I live in a world where there are Octobers.” ”― L.M. Montgomery, Anne of Green Gables

“No spring nor summer beauty hath such grace as I have seen in one autumnal face.” [The Autumnal]― John Donne, The Complete Poetry and Selected Prose

“But then fall comes, kicking summer out on its treacherous ass as it always does one day sometime after the midpoint of September, it stays awhile like an old friend that you have missed. It settles in the way an old friend will settle into your favorite chair and take out his pipe and light it and then fill the afternoon with stories of places he has been and things he has done since last he saw you.” ”― Stephen King, Salem’s Lot

“Give me juicy autumnal fruit, ripe and red from the orchard.” [Give me the splendid silent sun]― Walt Whitman, The Complete Poems

“At no other time (than autumn) does the earth let itself be inhaled in one smell, the ripe earth; in a smell that is in no way inferior to the smell of the sea, bitter where it borders on taste, and more honey-sweet where you feel it touching the first sounds. Containing depth within itself, darkness, something of the grave almost.” ”― Rainer Maria Rilke, Letters on Cezanne

“Autumn seemed to arrive suddenly that year. The morning of the first September was crisp and golden as an apple.” ― J.K. Rowling, Harry Potter a,nd the Deathly Hallows  .   

“Use what you have, use what the world gives you. Use the first day of fall: bright flame before winter’s deadness; harvest; orange, gold, amber; cool nights and the smell of fire. Our tree-lined streets are set ablaze, our kitchens filled with the smells of nostalgia: apples bubbling into sauce, roasting squash, cinnamon, nutmeg, cider, warmth itself. The leaves as they spark into wild color just before they die are the world’s oldest performance art, and everything we see is celebrating one last violently hued hurrah before the black and white silence of winter.” ”― Shauna Niequist, Bittersweet: Thoughts on Change, Grace, and Learning the Hard Way

“It was one of those perfect New York October afternoons when the explosion of oranges and yellows against the bright blue sky makes you feel like your life is passing through your fingers, that you’ve felt this autumn-feeling before and you’ll probably get to feel it again, but one day you won’t anymore because you’ll be dead.” ”― Sarah Dunn, Secrets to Happiness

“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. At the same time, 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.” [Letter to Miss Eliot, Oct. 1, 1841]― George Eliot

“Autumn that year painted the countryside in vivid shades of scarlet, saffron, and russet, and the days were clear and crisp under harvest skies.” ”― Sharon Kay Penman, Time and Chance

“It was a beautiful bright autumn day, with air like cider and a sky so blue you could drown in it.” ”― Diana Gabaldon, Outlander