25148. “Stay I whisper to him. Stay in the car. Stay in this moment. But of course he never does.” ― Laura Nowlin, If He Had Been with Me October 19, 2020
25147. “There were days when no kid came out of his house without looking around. The week after Halloween had a quality both hungover and ominous, the light pitched, the sky smashed against the rooftops.” ― Jonathan Lethem, The Fortress of Solitude October 19, 2020
25146. “His eyes reflected the open grey of the autumnal sky.” ― Juliet Marillier, Daughter of the Forest October 19, 2020
25145. “Perhaps because it seems so appropriate, I don’t notice the rain. It falls in sheets, a blanket of silvery thread rushing to the hard almost-winter ground. Still, I stand without moving at the side of the coffin.” ― Michelle Zink, Prophecy of the Sisters October 19, 2020
25144. “I met Anne in the autumn… Autumn, that wild season when rural men rack orchard trees with sticks and weep with the desire to kiss faraway Demeter’s supple breasts—to set lips to her travel-swollen eyes. They seek goddesses, but I desired only Anne. ” ― Roman Payne, Rooftop Soliloquy October 19, 2020
25143. “An autumn garden has a sadness when the sun is not shining…” ― Francis Brett Young, Cold Harbour October 19, 2020
25142. “Squeeze your eyes closed, as tight as you can, and think of all your favorite autumns, crisp and perfect, all bound up together like a stack of cards. That is what it is like, the awful, wonderful brightness of Fairy colors. Try to smell the hard, pale wood sending up sharp, green smoke into the afternoon. To feel the mellow, golden sun on your skin, more gentle and cozier and more golden than even the light of your favorite reading nook at the close of the day.” ― Catherynne M. Valente, The Girl Who Circumnavigated Fairyland in a Ship of Her Own Making October 19, 2020
25141. “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 October 19, 2020
25140. “Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness, Close bosom-friend of the maturing sun; Conspiring with him how to load and bless With fruit the vines that round the thatch-eves run; To bend with apples the moss’d cottage-trees, And fill all fruit with ripeness to the core; To swell the gourd, and plump the hazel shells With a sweet kernel; to set budding more, And still more, later flowers for the bees, Until they think warm days will never cease, For Summer has o’er-brimm’d their clammy cells.” ― John Keats, Complete Poems and Selected Letters October 19, 2020
25139. “It was one of those days you sometimes get latish in the autumn when the sun beams, the birds toot, and there is a bracing tang in the air that sends the blood beetling briskly through the veins.” ― PG Wodehouse Jeeves and the Old School Chum October 19, 2020
25138. “THERE is something in the autumn that is native to my blood— Touch of manner, hint of mood; And my heart is like a rhyme, With the yellow and the purple and the crimson keeping time.” ― Bliss Carman October 19, 2020
25137. “There was a filmy veil of soft dull mist obscuring, but not hiding, all objects, giving them a lilac hue, for the sun had not yet fully set; a robin was singing … The leaves were more gorgeous than ever; the first touch of frost would lay them all low to the ground. Already one or two kept constantly floating down, amber and golden in the low slanting sun-rays.” ― Elizabeth Gaskell, North and South October 19, 2020
25136. “The wind makes you ache is some place that is deeper than your bones. It may be that it touches something old in the human soul, a chord of race memory that says Migrate or die – migrate or die.” ― Stephen King October 19, 2020
25135. “Such days of autumnal decline hold a strange mystery which adds to the gravity of all our moods.” ― Charles Nodier, Smarra & Trilby October 19, 2020
25134. “The magic of autumn has seized the countryside; now that the sun isn’t ripening anything it shines for the sake of the golden age; for the sake of Eden; to please the moon for all I know.” ― Elizabeth Coatsworth, Personal Geography: Almost an Autobiography October 19, 2020
25133. “It was one of those perfect English autumnal days which occur more frequently in memory than in life.” ― P.D. James, A Taste for Death October 19, 2020
25132. “Two sounds of autumn are unmistakable…the hurrying rustle of crisp leaves blown along the street…by a gusty wind, and the gabble of a flock of migrating geese.” ― Hal Borland October 19, 2020
25131. “I was drinking in the surroundings: air so crisp you could snap it with your fingers and greens in every lush shade imaginable offset by autumnal flashes of red and yellow.” ― Wendy Delsol, Stork October 19, 2020
25130. “I loved autumn, the one season of the year that God seemed to have put there just for the beauty of it.” ― Lee Maynard October 19, 2020
25129. “And now, my poor old woman, why are you crying so bitterly? It is autumn. The leaves are falling from the trees like burning tears- the wind howls. Why must you mimic them?” ― Mervyn Peake, Titus Groan October 19, 2020
25128. “It was a beautiful bright autumn day, with air like cider and a sky so blue you could drown in it.” ― Diana Gabaldon, Outlander October 19, 2020
25001. “I’m so glad I live in a world where there are Octobers.” ― L. M. Montgomery, Anne of Green Gables October 11, 2020