#october

Here at the house, I've been decorating it and getting it organized. My best friend moved in in October so I've been getting her settled. She's my personal assistant now. ↗

— Picabo Street

#been #best #best friend #decorating #friend

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

#friends #goth #humor #october #vampire

Long afterward, many would remember those two days in the first week of October with vividness and anguish. ↗

— Arthur Hailey

#days #first #long #many #october

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

— John Leonard

#fall #garry #leaves #like #maple

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

#death #moon #moonlight #october #death

Myself, Marion Jones and Michael Johnson all got married on the same day because it was the only point on the athletics' schedule we could fit in. October 3, 1998. ↗

— Ato Boldon

#because #could #day #fit #got

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

— Christine Keeler

#hand #his #knew #missing #october

It is not only my laboratory and my place of work but also my home, so that on the 30th October I was able to share my happiness immediately with my students and collaborators and, at the same time, with my wife and family. ↗

— George Porter

#also #collaborators #family #happiness #home

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

#bliss #life #love #october #age

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