October Quotes

Quotes tagged as "october" (showing 1-30 of 53)
L.M. Montgomery
“I'm so glad I live in a world where there are Octobers.”
L.M. Montgomery, Anne of Green Gables

Rainbow Rowell
“October, baptize me with leaves! Swaddle me in corduroy and nurse me with split pea soup. October, tuck tiny candy bars in my pockets and carve my smile into a thousand pumpkins. O autumn! O teakettle! O grace!”
Rainbow Rowell, Attachments

Ray Bradbury
“First of all, it was October, a rare month for boys.”
Ray Bradbury, Something Wicked This Way Comes

“There is something in October sets the gypsy blood astir: We must rise and follow her, When from every hill of flame She calls, and calls each vagabond by name.”
William Bliss

Ray Bradbury
“The wind outside nested in each tree, prowled the sidewalks in invisible treads like unseen cats.
Tom Skelton shivered. Anyone could see that the wind was a special wind this night, and the darkness took on a special feel because it was All Hallows' Eve. Everything seemed cut from soft black velvet or gold or orange velvet. Smoke panted up out of a thousand chimneys like the plumes of funeral parades. From kitchen windows drifted two pumpkin smells: gourds being cut, pies being baked.”
Ray Bradbury, The Halloween Tree

Ernest Dowson
“AUTUMNAL

Pale amber sunlight falls across
The reddening October trees,
That hardly sway before a breeze
As soft as summer: summer's loss
Seems little, dear! on days like these.

Let misty autumn be our part!
The twilight of the year is sweet:
Where shadow and the darkness meet
Our love, a twilight of the heart
Eludes a little time's deceit.

Are we not better and at home
In dreamful Autumn, we who deem
No harvest joy is worth a dream?
A little while and night shall come,
A little while, then, let us dream.

Beyond the pearled horizons lie
Winter and night: awaiting these
We garner this poor hour of ease,
Until love turn from us and die
Beneath the drear November trees.”
Ernest Dowson, The Poems and Prose of Ernest Dowson

Nelson Algren
“Chicago is an October sort of city even in spring.”
Nelson Algren, Chicago: City on the Make

Ray Bradbury
“He had never liked October. Ever since he had first lay in the autumn leaves before his grandmother's house many years ago and heard the wind and saw the empty trees. It had made him cry, without a reason. And a little of that sadness returned each year to him. It always went away with spring.

But, it was a little different tonight. There was a feeling of autumn coming to last a million years.

There would be no spring. ("The October Game")”
Ray Bradbury, Long After Midnight

“The crickets still sing in October. And lilly, she's trying to bloom. Tho she's resting her head on the shoulder of death, she still shines by the light of the moon.”
Kevin Dalton

Keith Donohue
“October proved a riot a riot to the senses and climaxed those giddy last weeks before Halloween.”
Keith Donohue

Sarah Guillory
“October had tremendous possibility. The summer's oppressive heat was a distant memory, and the golden leaves promised a world full of beautiful adventures. They made me believe in miracles.”
Sarah Guillory, Reclaimed

William Morris
“October

O love, turn from the changing sea and gaze,
Down these grey slopes, upon the year grown old,
A-dying 'mid the autumn-scented haze
That hangeth o'er the hollow in the wold,
Where the wind-bitten ancient elms infold
Grey church, long barn, orchard, and red-roofed stead,
Wrought in dead days for men a long while dead.

Come down, O love; may not our hands still meet,
Since still we live today, forgetting June,
Forgetting May, deeming October sweet? -
- Oh, hearken! hearken! through the afternoon
The grey tower sings a strange old tinkling tune!
Sweet, sweet, and sad, the toiling year's last breath,
To satiate of life, to strive with death.

And we too -will it not be soft and kind,
That rest from life, from patience, and from pain,
That rest from bliss we know not when we find,
That rest from love which ne'er the end can gain?
- Hark! how the tune swells, that erewhile did wane!
Look up, love! -Ah! cling close, and never move!
How can I have enough of life and love?”
William Morris

Heather Brewer
“She raised a sharp eyebrow at him. "Vlad, no offense, but look at you. If you're not a vampire, you're clearly the most anemic goth I've ever seen."... "We believed you. Because that's what friends do."
pg267 October to Vlad”
Heather Brewer, Twelfth Grade Kills

Ray Bradbury
“Nobody moved.

Everybody sat in the dark cellar, suspended in the suddenly frozen task of this October game; the wind blew outside, banging the house, the smell of pumpkins and apples filled the room with smell of the objects in their fingers while one boy cried, “I'll go upstairs and look!” and he ran upstairs hopefully and out around the house, four times around the house, calling, “Marion, Marion, Marion!” over and over and at last coming slowly down the stairs into the waiting breathing cellar and saying to the darkness, “I can't find her.”

Then... some idiot turned on the lights.
("The October Game")”
Ray Bradbury, Long After Midnight

Melody  Lee
“It takes a strong man to be with a woman full of fire and stars and all of October.”
Melody Lee

Parul Wadhwa
“A thousand happy moments succumbed to history. It was the happiest hour of the year, worst time of our lives. I can still smell the ruins from that cold dark brute stormy October night.”
Parul Wadhwa, The Masquerade

“It must be October, the trees are falling away and showing their true colors.”
Charmaine J Forde

“Ah, Lovely October, as you usher in the season that awakens my soul, your awesome beauty compels my spirit to soar like an leaf caught in an autumn breeze and my heart to sing like a heavenly choir.”
Peggy Toney Horton

Charles Rafferty
“Each October I walk into the woods
looking for bones: rabbit skulls,
a grackle spine, the pelvis of a deer
with the blood bleached out. What died
in the lush of roses and mint
shines out from the tangle of twigs
that bind it to the place
of its last leaping. The living lack
that kind of clarity. In late April,
when the water spreads out and out
till everything is lilies and seepage,
there is only the mystery of tracks,
a rustle receding in the many reeds.
And so the bones accumulate
across my windowsill: the flightless
wings and exaggerated grins,
the silent unmoving reminders
of where the glories of April lead.”
Charles Rafferty, Where the Glories of April Lead

“The wind grew cold. The leaves turned red. The bark turned red. The soil turned red. The stars turned red. Something was wrong with October.”
T.R. Darling

“October made the leaves on Main Street fit for a crown. They dripped from the trees in jewel-toned shades: yellow and orange and fiery red. The cool wind sent a confetti-cluster of leaves down around us.”
Natalie Lloyd, Over the Moon

Taylor Rhodes
“purple threaded evening. a torn goddess laying on the roof. milk sky. lavender hued moan against hot asphalt. the thickness of evening presses into your throat. polaroids taped to the ceiling. ivy pouring out of the cracks in the wall. i found my courage buried beneath molding books and forgot to lock the door behind me. the old house never forgets. opened my mouth and a dandelion fell out. reached behind my wisdom teeth and found sopping wet seeds. pulled all of my teeth out just to say i could. he drowned himself in a pill bottle and the orange really brought out his demise. lay me down on a bed of ground spices. there’s a song there, i know it. amethyst geode eyes. cracked open. no one saw it coming.
october never loved you.
the moon still doesn’t understand that.”
Taylor Rhodes, calloused: a field journal

“It's when you sit alone,
Or lay in your bed,
That we will be watching,
Waiting,
Until you get scared.
Then we will come,
A scratch and a chill,
For you will feel goosebumps,
Look at the windowsill!
Did you see a face?
Looking in at you,
You know that you did,
Beware...you'll turn blue.
Is that the wind,
Howling at the moon,
Or is it a werewolf,
That's coming for you?
So sit in your chair,
Or lay in your bed,
Because we''ll be there,
And you'll be dead!”
Anthony T. Hincks

Amber Newberry
“The sky grew orange and pink, a pale ghost of the full moon appeared above Salem, waiting to glow brilliant in the velvet black hiding just beyond the twilight.”
Amber Newberry, One Night in Salem

“This tree must be falling for me, as soon as I sat under it, it dropped its leaves.
Oh sweet October!”
Charmaine J Forde

“October Fire

In the churchyard, flames, the Burning Bush,
a maple touched to fire, by autumn fanned.
Were I possessed as Moses was, the hush
might speak, Jehovah's voice resound.I stand
uncertain, questions wrinkling my face:
Should I kneel, is this some holy ground?
Or is it just the usual for this place
that maples turn, a season come around?
And as I ponder, November rain
gathers wind from lowering eastern skies
to strip the maple of its leaves.The stain
of scarlet filters down before my eyes.
I wait too long; I watch the moment pass
till only ashes stir upon the grass.”
Bettie M. Sellers

China Miéville
“The revolutionaries want a new country in a new world, one they cannot see but believe they can build. And they believe that in so doing, the builders will also build themselves anew.”
China Miéville

China Miéville
“Twilight, even remembered twilight, is better than no light at all.”
China Miéville

“Let the leaves fall where they may-
Welcome October-
Autumn is here”
Charmaine J Forde

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