
“September was a thirty-days long goodbye to summer, to the season that left everybody both happy and weary of the warm, humid weather and the exhausting but thrilling adventures.”
~ Lea Malot, French author & poet

“September was a thirty-days long goodbye to summer, to the season that left everybody both happy and weary of the warm, humid weather and the exhausting but thrilling adventures.”
~ Lea Malot, French author & poet

“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)

Oh, the summer night, Has a smile of light, And she sits on a sapphire throne.
Bryan Procter (b. November 21, 1787 – d. October 5, 1874)
“Be yourself, it’s a tough act to follow.”
Katharine Hepburn (b. May 12, 1907 – d. June 29, 2003)
“If you’re going to go through hell…
I suggest you come back learning something.”
― Drew Barrymore (b. February 22, 1975)

“The house was very quiet, and the fog—we are in November now—pressed against the windows like an excluded ghost.”
― E.M. Forster (b. January 1, 1879 – d. June 7, 1970)

“All houses wherein men have lived and died
Are haunted houses. Through the open doors
The harmless phantoms on their errands glide,
With feet that make no sound upon the floors.”
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (b. February 27, 1807 – d. March 24, 1882)
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