30+ best quotes about October
In October, residents of Russia expect prolonged rains, squally winds and the first frosts. Forecasters warned of a sudden change in the weather. Thus, in the central regions of the country, the second autumn month began with cloudy weather and heavy precipitation. Temperature indicators are gradually decreasing, which will lead to the establishment of consistently low values during the daytime and at night. Forecasters also point to a high probability of squally gusts of wind in the middle of the month. Despite this, October remains a favorite autumn month for many, which writers and poets describe in their works. A selection of the best quotes is available in the Izvestia article.
Ray Bradbury, "We will always have Paris"
October," he said with passion in his voice. — God, this is my favorite month, I'm ready to eat it, inhale it, inhale the smells. Ah, this rebellious and sad month. Look at how the foliage turned red from meeting him. In October, the world is on fire...
Gabriel Garcia Marquez, "No one writes to the Colonel"
I'm not sick," the colonel said. — It's just that in October, I feel like wild animals are gnawing at my insides.
Joanne Harris, "Five Quarters of an Orange"
October is swift, so juicy, so fragrant in its golden-red glow, with early white frosts, with a bright transformation of leaves — this is a completely different, magical time, the last daring jubilant splash in the face of the impending cold.
A.S. Pushkin, "Autumn"
October has already arrived — the grove is shaking off the last leaves from its bare branches; the autumn chill has died — the road is freezing. The stream still runs murmuring behind the mill...
A.V. Kruglov, "What a lovely October"
What a lovely day: October is like summer! With love, the sun sends rays to the earth, they are still so passionately hot, they contain so much gentle, invigorating greetings! But the yellow leaves of the trees were strewn with gray, and the wide alleys in the garden were strewn...
Igor Severyanin, "October"
I love October, the gloomy month, I love the dead forests, when the old month limps like half a wheel.
Stephen King, "The Shortest Way for Mrs. Todd"
I thought about them all that October, because it's in October that people think about distant places and the roads leading there.
Lucy Maud Montgomery, "Anne of Green Gables"
I am so glad that I live in a world where there is October!
Jack Kerouac, "Angels of Solitude"
October, the old melancholic October, is tender, loving and sad, and I know that sooner or later it will turn into a perfect bouquet of love...
Louise Walters, "Mrs. Sinclair's Suitcase"
A bitterly cold day in late October. It's on days like this that you finally realize it's time to say goodbye to summer.
A. A. Milne, "A word in defense of autumn"
The end of summer is not the end of the world at all. For October! And, waiter, some more celery.
Angela Carter, "The Magic Toy Shop"
October is a clear, misty, golden October, when the light becomes thick and sweet, like honey.
Bonaro V. Overstreet
October is a symphony of eternity and change
Sarah Guillory, "The Return"
October held unlimited possibilities. The sultry summer heat remained only a distant memory, and the golden leaves promised a world full of wonderful adventures. They made you believe in miracles.
Hal Borland, "This Hill, this Valley"
October is a fallen leaf, but at the same time it is also a wide—open horizon, which has become cleaner and more transparent.
Jacqueline Woodson, "If You Come Quietly"
He loved October. I've always loved him. There was a bright sadness and poetic beauty in it — the fading of the old and the birth of the new.
Jamie Allison Parker, "Delta Highway"
October air filled with dancing leaves and the soft sigh of the wind...
Carol Masoe, "Art Lover"
The October light on the pear trees looks like a hundred golden tears — it seems as if the whole garden is quietly crying.
Catherine Arden, "Misty Valley"
The October sun is not wasted — it is enjoyed to the last drop.
John Barrows, "Under the Maples"
In October, the maple tree outside your window lights up the room like a big golden lamp. Even on cloudy days, his mere presence banishes any melancholy.
John Nichols, "The Last Beautiful Days of Autumn"
October is a jubilant Hallelujah!, the echo of which reverberates in my soul all year round...
Joy Fielding, "Don't Tell Me Secrets"
October has always been the most unpredictable of months... Full of ghosts and shadows.
John Sinor
October is full of crisp, fresh days and cool evenings; it's time to curl up by the dancing flames and immerse yourself in a good book.
Nova S. Behr
October poplars burst into bright torches, lighting the way for the approaching winter
Henry Ward Beecher, Morning and Evening Exercises (1871)
October is the opal gem of the year. It is a month of celebration, maturity and scenic splendor.
Florence Bone
The special, transparent October light filled the landscape with radiance.
Robert Frost, "October"
Oh, the quiet, gentle morning of October! Your leaves are ripe for falling; Tomorrow's wind, if violent, Will pick and scatter them all.
Alexander Smith, An Essay on an Old Subject
There are no more beautiful and joyful days in the entire annual cycle than the clear days of fine October.
George Cooper, "The Feast of October"
October hosted a lavish ball, And a fall of leaves gathered: Oaks and maples, a chestnut outfit. The carpet of the sun is spreading, There is a merry dance around: The weather is waltzing, The wind is blowing in the bass!
Peggy Toni Horton, "Somewhere in Heaven My Mom is Smiling"
My beloved October is back, with its glowing colors, invigorating coolness, and clear, azure skies. And I have to enjoy it to the fullest before it escapes us for another year.
Paul Lawrence Dunbar, "October"
October is the treasure of the whole year, and every month pays her a generous tribute.…
Henry David Thoreau, "Autumn Colors"
October is the month of painted leaves. Their rich radiance illuminates the world. Just as fruits, leaves, and the passing day itself flash with the brightest colors before sinking into eternity, so the fading year finds its highest glow. October is its sunset sky, and November is its late twilight.
William Cullen Bryant, "October 1866"
The quiet and gentle October light Warms the dew-soaked shade. A purple oak leaf flies down onto the yellowed grass, And birch branches drop their golden wealth Like the tips of solar arrows.
Thomas Bailey Aldrich, "Maple Leaves"
October has gilded the outfit of my maple tree; Almost everything has fallen, only a belated leaf is trembling in some places. Soon they will slip out of the exhausted branches, Like gold coins from the weakening fingers of a dying miser.
Hal Borland, "This Hill, this Valley"
October is a fallen leaf, but at the same time it is also a wide—open horizon, which has become cleaner and more transparent. It is a distant hill that has opened up again and the eternal constellations shining above it.
Catherine Arden, "Misty Valley"
The October sun is not wasted. Soon the old autumn sun will be wrapped in a veil of clouds, and weeks of gray will come until the long-awaited snow falls.
Rainbow Rowell, "Attachments"
October, baptize me with a fall of leaves! Wrap it in a cozy corduroy and warm it up with hot pea soup. October, put sweets in my pockets and carve my smile on a thousand pumpkins. Oh autumn! Oh, the boiling kettle! Oh, grace!
Edmund Spenser, "The Fairy Queen"
And so October came, full of fun and joy.
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