September Quotes

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Stephen King
“But when 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

Wallace Stegner
“[T]hat old September feeling, left over from school days, of summer passing, vacation nearly done, obligations gathering, books and football in the air ... Another fall, another turned page: there was something of jubilee in that annual autumnal beginning, as if last year's mistakes had been wiped clean by summer.”
Wallace Stegner, Angle of Repose

F. Scott Fitzgerald
“We can't possibly have a summer love. So many people have tried that the name's become proverbial. Summer is only the unfulfilled promise of spring, a charlatan in place of the warm balmy nights I dream of in April. It's a sad season of life without growth...It has no day.”
F. Scott Fitzgerald, This Side of Paradise

Oliver Herford
“I heard a bird sing in the dark of December. A magical thing. And sweet to remember. We are nearer to Spring than we were in September. I heard a bird sing in the dark of December.”
Oliver Herford

Haruki Murakami
“In his or her own way, everyone I saw before me looked happy. Whether they were really happy or just looked it, I couldn't tell. But they did look happy on this pleasant early afternoon in late September, and because of that I felt a kind of loneliness new to me, as if I were the only one here who was not truly part of the scene.”
Haruki Murakami, Norwegian Wood

Poppy Z. Brite
“The last dying days of summer, fall coming on fast. A cold night, the first of the season, a change from the usual bland Maryland climate. Cold, thought the boy; his mind felt numb. The trees he could see through his bedroom window were tall charcoal sticks, shivering, afraid of the wind or only trying to stand against it. Every tree was alone out there. The animals were alone, each in its hole, in its thin fur, and anything that got hit on the road tonight would die alone. Before morning, he thought, its blood would freeze in the cracks of the asphalt.”
Poppy Z. Brite

Ali Smith
“Outside the leaves on the trees constricted slightly; they were the deep done green of the beginning of autumn. It was a Sunday in September. There would only be four. The clouds were high and the swallows would be here for another month or so before they left for the south before they returned again next summer.”
Ali Smith, The Whole Story and Other Stories

James Baldwin
“The summer ended. Day by day, and taking its time, the summer ended. The noises in the street began to change, diminish, voices became fewer, the music sparse. Daily, blocks and blocks of children were spirited away. Grownups retreated from the streets, into the houses. Adolescents moved from the sidewalk to the stoop to the hallway to the stairs, and rooftops were abandoned. Such trees as there were allowed their leaves to fall - they fell unnoticed - seeming to promise, not without bitterness, to endure another year. At night, from a distance, the parks and playgrounds seemed inhabited by fireflies, and the night came sooner, inched in closer, fell with a greater weight. The sound of the alarm clock conquered the sound of the tambourine, the houses put on their winter faces. The houses stared down a bitter landscape, seeming, not without bitterness, to have resolved to endure another year.”
James Baldwin, Just Above My Head

“Tonight I miss you like the sky misses his moon; a delicate epiphany growing on grass. I serenade the breeze into dancing a cha cha cha; the mountains echo in the background. September sky never looked more charming; or the sublime petals of the rose looked so graceful.”
Avijeet Das

F. Scott Fitzgerald
“Summer has no day,' she said. 'We can't possibly have a summer love. So many people have tried that the name's become proverbial. Summer is only the unfulfilled promise of spring, a charlatan in place of the warm balmy nights I dream of in April. It's a sad season of life without has no day.”
F. Scott Fitzgerald, This Side of Paradise

Sara Baume
“The old summer's-end melancholy nips at my heels. There's no school to go back to; no detail of my life will change come the onset of September; yet still, I feel the old trepidation.”
Sara Baume, A Line Made by Walking

Lea Malot
“September was a thirty-days long goodbye to summer, to the season that left everybody both happy and weary of the warm, humid weather and the exhausting but thrilling adventures. It didn't feel like fresh air either, it made me suffocate. It was like the days would be dragging some kind of sickness, one that we knew wouldn't last, but made us uncomfortable anyway. The atmosphere felt dusty and stifling.”
Lea Malot

“I used to love September, but now it just rhymes with remember.”
Dominic Riccitello

Catherynne M. Valente
“Why should I care about you first kiss,' he said. 'You can kiss anyone you like. But sometimes if you wanted to kiss me, that would be all right, too.”
Catherynne M. Valente, The Girl Who Fell Beneath Fairyland and Led the Revels There

“Yeah – Sure I remember
Matter of fact it was just last September
She still calls it the fall to remember
Little Heather when it all came together
You remember the first time you met her?
She cried when it rained and blamed the weather
But inside she strained with suicide letters
The kind of cold you couldn’t warm with a sweater
Hardly lasted past December
She said she was headed down to defeat
That’s the last you’d seen and never had dreamed
That the same little Heather – It’s who you saw last week
In an instant you couldn’t have missed her gleam
As she listened she looked like a distant queen
With a difference, there for all to see
She found a different – A different kind of free”
ZOEgirl, ZOEgirl: Different Kind of Free: Piano/Vocal/Guitar

Ethel Lilian Voynich
“High up on Monte Salvatore the window of some shepherd's hut opened a golden eye. The roses hung their heads and dreamed under the still September clouds, and the water plashed and murmured softly among the pebbles of the shore.”
E.L. Voynich

M. Aan Mansyur
“Berapa harga sebuah Januari? Aku ingin memiliki Januari yang basah. Bulan yang menghapus gerah-gerah. Tapi Januari atau September bukan cincin yang dipajang dietalase toko, yang bisa kita beli kalau uang cukup dan kita jual atau kita tukar bila tidak suka. September adalah utusan Tuhan untuk menemani manusia yang memanggil dosa-dosa di pundaknya.”
M. Aan Mansyur, Kukila

Lucienne Diver
“Responsibility sucked rocks. Until a few months ago, I hadn’t been responsible for anything more than color-coordinating my wardrobe. But foil one vampire vixen bent on world domination and suddenly people expect all kinds of things. Some days it just didn’t pay to wake up dead. (teaser from ReVamped, coming September 1st)”
Lucienne Diver

“When I flash back to the lovely days of september
Where I've kept some dreams and stories to remember
Something like old streets and avenues to wander
Something like my toys when I was younger
I have a fond belief that september will stay forever
There were many things in september , sweet and tender
Something like love , something like adventure
Something like childhood , something like the rain,like the water”
Hayet Ben Bada

Nitya Prakash
“Let's all be nice to September.”
Nitya Prakash

“Remember to be your brother’s keeper in September”
Ernest Agyemang Yeboah

“Let’s strive to be better in September!”
Charmaine J. Forde

“It must be September,
July sun has disappeared”
Charmaine J. Forde

Catherynne M. Valente
“September smiled at her wonderful friends in all their colors and bright eyes and gentle ways. “You know, in Fairyland-Above they said that the underworld was full of devils and dragons. But it isn’t so at all! Folk are just folk, wherever you go, and it’s only a nasty sort of person who thinks a body’s a devil just because they come from another country and have different notions.”
Catherynne M. Valente

Catherynne M. Valente
“The Sibyl Slant stared out of her slit eyes, the disc of her face showing no feeling at all. “Do you suppose you will look the same when you are an old woman as you do now? Most folk have three faces—the face they get when they’re children, the face they own when they’re grown, and the face they’ve earned when they’re old.”
Catherynne M. Valente, The Girl Who Fell Beneath Fairyland and Led the Revels There

Catherynne M. Valente
“First Law of Heroics.” The Monaciello grinned up at a confused September. “Someone has to tell you it’s impossible, or the Quest can’t go on.”
Catherynne M. Valente

Stephen King
“The grass in the back field was almost waist high, and now there was goldenrod, that late-summer gossip which comes to tattle on autumn every year. But there was no autumn in the air today; the sun was still all August, although calendar August was almost two weeks gone.”
Stephen King, Pet Sematary

Lidia Longorio
“One September afternoon
Mama, I came on knockin on your belly
I grew up too soon
And eventually
I started asking why I existed for
Many years later I’m still knocking
But on death’s door”
Lidia Longorio, Hey Humanity

“Sweet September Blessings!
I am eternally grateful!!!”
Charmaine J. Forde

William H. Gass
“it strikes me that the spirit of the Fourth, this year, was used up by September's end and fell like an early leaf.”
William H. Gass, Life Sentences: Literary Judgments and Accounts

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