“For last year’s words belong to last year’s language
And next year’s words await another voice.
And to make an end is to make a beginning.”
~T.S. Eliot (b. September 26, 1888 – d. January 4, 1965)
“December, being the last month of the year, cannot help but make us think of what is to come.”
~ Fennel Hudson, British author
“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
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)
“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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