
“The crisp path through the field in this December snow, in the deep dark, where we trod the buried grass like ghosts on dry toast.”
~ Dylan Thomas (b. 27 October 1914 – d. 9 November 1953)
“The crisp path through the field in this December snow, in the deep dark, where we trod the buried grass like ghosts on dry toast.”
~ Dylan Thomas (b. 27 October 1914 – d. 9 November 1953)
“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)
“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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