Quotes About October And Fall

#1. From the fall of October, 1980 to March, 1984 I never lost a competition.

Scott Hamilton

#2. The sweet calm sunshine of October, now
Warms the low spot; upon its grassy mold
The pur0ple oak-leaf falls; the birchen bough
drops its bright spoil like arrow-heads of gold.

William C. Bryant

#3. October's Party
October gave a party;
The leaves by hundreds came -
The Chestnuts, Oaks, and Maples,
And leaves of every name.
The Sunshine spread a carpet,
And everything was grand,
Miss Weather led the dancing,
Professor Wind the band.

George Cooper

#4. It was Rome, on the fifteenth of October, 1764, as I sat musing amidst the ruins of the Capitol, while the barefooted friars were singing vespers in the Temple of Jupiter, that the idea of writing the decline and fall of the city first started to my mind.

Edward Gibbon

#5. She ran into the early-October afternoon. The light came at a low slant through the oaks across the street, gold and green, and how she loved that light. There was no light in the world like you saw in New England in early fall.

Joe Hill

#6. Pale amber sunlight falls across The reddening October trees ... 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 ...

Ernest Dowson

#7. I started in movies in Mexico and started doing telenovelas in Mexico. 'American Family' was the first thing I did in English.

Kate Del Castillo

#8. I got into house music thanks to Dutch master mixer Ben Liebrand and my friends at school.

Armin Van Buuren

#9. As far as I'm concerned, no human being should be, absolutely not, put in the category of color.

Angelique Kidjo

#10. Books fall from Garry Wills like leaves from a maple tree in a sort of permanent October.

John Leonard

#11. October arrives in a swirl of fragrant blue leaf smoke, the sweetness of slightly frosted MacIntosh apples, and little hard acorns falling. We are in the midst of cool crisp days, purple mists, and Nature recklessly tossing her whole palette of dazzling tones through fields and woodlands.

Jean Hersey

#12. In this hard struggle I had little refreshment but from the fountains of my own soul. Had I not clung to myself, the atrocity of others had made me a demon.

Edward John Trelawny

#13. There are fall days in October that are so beautiful they take your breath away. The sky is blue and the sun is strong and the air is finally the tiniest bit crisp. Most of the East Coast is already bundled up in their winter coats, but we get to appreciate the last of the sunshine.

Jennifer Close

#14. And he that will go to bed sober, Falls with the leaf still in October.

Dario Fo

#15. October proved a riot a riot to the senses and climaxed those giddy last weeks before Halloween.

Keith Donohue

#16. I went into the crapper and took myself a beautiful beershit. Then I went to bed, jacked off, and slept.

Charles Bukowski

#17. Once in, when did one fall out of love? It had taken several weeks back in October - though it seemed the feeling had merely lain dormant instead of going away altogether. How long would it take this time? And when would it be gone forever?

Mary Balogh

#18. Listen! the wind is rising, and the air is wild with leaves, we have had our summer evenings, now for October eves!

Humbert Wolfe

#19. In this part of California, there is no fall or spring. Summer drops right into winter, into summer, back and forth. Our idea of autumn is October, where the leaves rapidly go from green to gold to on-the-ground, and it's suddenly freezing.

Kelley York

#20. I'm dead against the idea that you should try to "cure" people of being gay.

Ian McKellen

#21. And if it's around October twentieth and everything smoky-smelling and the sky orange and ash gray at twilight, it seems Halloween will never come in a fall of broomsticks and a soft flap of bed-sheets around corners.

Ray Bradbury

#22. I think my writing process changes as I gain more life experience ... It has taken me many years to be able to write a novel that shows the points of view of people of different ages and personalities.

Kathleen Winter

#23. Autumn flings her fiery cloak over the sumac, beech and oak.

Susan Lendroth

#24. October's gold is dim - the forests rot, The weary rain falls ceaseless, while the day Is wrapped in damp.

David Gray

#25. And so many orchards circled the village that on some crisp October afternoons the whole wold smelled like pie.

Alice Hoffman

#26. The thing with Kerry is that all of this is a natural progression, her troubles. It's a cycle.

Laura Innes

#27. 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

#28. When everything that ticked has stopped, and space stares, all around, or grisly frosts, first autumn morns, repeal the beating ground.

Emily Dickinson

#29. October is the month for painted leaves. Their rich glow now flashes round the world. As fruits and leaves and the day itself acquire a bright tint just before they fall, so the year near its setting. October is its sunset sky; November the later twilight.

Henry David Thoreau

#30. In honor of October, really just hours away now ...
Brew me a cup for a winter's night.
For the wind howls loud and the furies fight;
Spice it with love and stir it with care,
And I'll toast our bright eyes,
my sweetheart fair.

Minna Thomas Antrim

#31. Reality isn't round, it's flat. There are edges where you can fall off and this October when I moved to Maine, I fell off one.

Carrie Jones

#32. There are reasons to doubt that what we call the laws of physics necessarily apply everywhere in the universe - or that they were applicable to every time in its history.

Michael Brooks

#33. But sometimes the pieces fall together the way they want to, and you can't change the story; all you can do is try to ride it out.

Seanan McGuire

#34. He who goes to bed, and goes to bed sober,
Falls as the leaves do, and dies in October;
But he who goes to bed, and goes to bed mellow,
Lives as he ought to do, and dies an honest fellow.

John Fletcher