#m

That country where it is always turning late in the year. That country where the hills are fog and the rivers are mist; where noons go quickly, dusks and twilights linger, and midnights stay. That country composed in the main of cellars, sub-cellars, coal-bins, closets, attics, and pantries faced away from the sun. That country whose people are autumn people, thinking only autumn thoughts. Whose people passing at night on the empty walks sound like rain. ↗

— Ray Bradbury

#dark #quiet #autumn

Menulis kembali kenangan masa lalu butuh sebuah keberanian. ↗

— Iwan Setyawan

#writing #autumn

Then I break a glass and I slit my very innermost thigh so that I can pretend that I'm menstru--- well, unavailable. ↗

— Emilie Autumn

#autumn

[T]hat old September feeling, left over from school days, of summer passing, vacation nearly done, obligations gathering, books and football in the air ... Another fall, another turned page: there was something of jubilee in that annual autumnal beginning, as if last year's mistakes had been wiped clean by summer. ↗

— Wallace Stegner

#back-to-school #fall #new-beginnings #summer #autumn

Well . . ." St. Vincent walked slowly with her to the crowd of dancers. "I'm a wicked man who can, on occasion, be just a bit nice. And I've been searching for a nice girl who can, on occasion, be just a bit wicked. ↗

— Lisa Kleypas

#wicked #autumn

Autumn carries more gold in its pocket than all the other seasons. ↗

— Jim Bishop

#fall #autumn

The Holocaust was an obscene period in our nation's history. I mean in this century's history. But we all lived in this century. I didn't live in this century. ↗

— Dan Quayle

#history #holocaust #i #live #lived

If the crow has to be shoved down your throat; maybe you should just let it fly. ↗

— Colette Ruland Parrino

#karma #sorry #karma

Tohrment spoke. "Bella's brother called. He's tabled the sehelusion request and asked that she stay here for a couple of days." Z jacked his head up. "Why?" "He didn't give a reason-" Tohr's eye's narrowed on Z's face. "Oh... my God." "What the fuck are you looking at?" Phury pointed to the antique mirror hanging on the wall next to the double doors. "See for yourself." Zsadist marched across the room, ready to give them all hell. Bella was what mattered- His mouth went lax at his reflection. With a shaky hand he reached out to the eyes in the old-fashioned leaded glass. His irises were no longer black. They were yellow. Just like his twin's. "Phury?" he said softly. "Phury... what happened to me?" As the male came up behind him, his brother's face appeared right beside Z's. And then Wrath's dark reflection showed up in the mirror, all long hair and sunglasses. Then Rhage's star-fallen beauty. And Vishous's Sox cap. And Tohrment's brush cut. And Butch's busted nose. One by one they reached out and touched him, their big hands gently on his shoulders. "Welcome back, my brother," Phury whispered. Zsadist stared at the males who were behind him. And the oddest thought that if he were to let himself go limp and fall backward... they would catch him. ↗

— J.R. Ward

#butch #lover-awakened #phury #rhage #tohrment

I love mankind ... it's people I can't stand!! ↗

— Charles M. Schulz

#mankind #people #humorous