#october

I don't count on the boy who waits till October, when it's cool and fun, then decides he wants to play. ↗

— Darrell Royal

#cool #count #decides #fun #i

The actual writing time is a lot shorter than the thinking time. I don't do too many notes. I keep it mostly in my head. I usually start writing a new book around January, and it's due October 1. ↗

— Harlan Coben

#around #book #due #head #i

All things on earth point home in old October; sailors to sea, travellers to walls and fences, hunters to field and hollow and the long voice of the hounds, the lover to the love he has forsaken. ↗

— Thomas Wolfe

#earth #fences #field #forsaken #hollow

On October 28th, 1887, I became the mother of a girl baby, the very image of its father, at least that is what he said, but who has the temper of its mother. ↗

— Calamity Jane

#became #father #girl #i #image

So now we are pushing economic reform, bank reform and enterprise reform. So we can finish that reform this year, in September or October. Then our economy may be much more, you know, normalized. ↗

— Kim Dae Jung

#economic #economy #enterprise #finish #know

Bill Astor knew these papers were missing. Stephen showed his hand in October. ↗

— Christine Keeler

#hand #his #knew #missing #october

In October, 1865, occurred what was, in my eyes, the greatest event in the history of the observatory. The new transit circle arrived from Berlin in its boxes. ↗

— Simon Newcomb

#berlin #boxes #circle #event #eyes

I am a politician, which means I am a cheat, and a liar. When I am not busy kissing babies I'm stealing their lollipops. ↗

— Red October

#polticians #red-october #business

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

#fall #november #october #seasons #dreams

You are truly endearing when you sleep. I attribute this to the exotic nature of seeing you in a state of silence. —Tybalt ↗

— Seanan McGuire

#october-daye #tybalt #nature