
“She turned to the sunlight
And shook her yellow head,
And whispered to her neighbor:
‘Winter is dead.’”
~ A.A. Milne, When We Were Very Young
“She turned to the sunlight
And shook her yellow head,
And whispered to her neighbor:
‘Winter is dead.’”
~ A.A. Milne, When We Were Very Young
“Stories are for eternity, when memory is erased, when there is nothing to remember but the story.”
~ Tim O’Brien (b. October 1, 1946), The Things They Carried
“It was November—the month of crimson sunsets, parting birds, deep, sad hymns of the sea, passionate wind-songs in the pines.”
~ L.M. Montgomery (b. November 30, 1874 – d. April 24, 1942)
“To say it was a beautiful day would not begin to explain it. It was that day when the end of summer intersects perfectly with the start of fall.”
~ Ann Patchett (b. December 2, 1963)
“This morning, the sun endures past dawn. I realise that it is August—the summer’s last stand.”
~ Sara Baume (b. 1984)
“Now go, and make interesting mistakes, make amazing mistakes, make glorious and fantastic mistakes. Break rules. Leave the world more interesting for your being here.”
~ Neil Gaiman
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