Quotes About October

The yellow fog that rubs its back upon the window-panes The yellow smoke that rubs its muzzle on the window-panes Licked its tongue into the corners of the evening Lingered upon the pools that stand in drains Let fall upon its back the soot that falls from chimneys Slipped by the terrace, made a sudden leap And seeing that it was a soft October night Curled once about the house, and fell asleep

The yellow fog that rubs its back upon the window-panes,  The yellow smoke that rubs its muzzle on the window-panes,  Licked its tongue into the corners of the evening,  Lingered upon the pools that stand in drains,  Let fall upon its back the soot that falls from chimneys,  Slipped by the terrace, made a sudden leap,  And seeing that it was a soft October night,  Curled once about the house, and fell asleep.

This synecdoche, in which the skirmish stands in for the battle, as Balzac recommended, is a far more forthright and energetic assault on the impossible problem of collective representation than anything on the Left, which is reduced to demonstrations and marches, and whose dilemmas are vividly dramatized by the fact that more actors and extras took part in Eisenstein's filming of October than the number of actual participants in the Bolshevik revolution itself.

I'm an October baby, yes.

Chicago is an October sort of city even in spring.

This was at dusk, in mid-October. And she left. I lay down on the sofa and fell asleep without turning on the light. I was awakened by the feeling that the octopus was there. Groping in the dark, I barely managed to turn on the light. My pocket watch showed two o'clock in the morning. I was falling ill when I went to bed, and I woke up sick. It suddenly seemed to me that the autumn darkness would push through the glass and pour into the room, and I would drown in it as in ink.

31 October.--Still hurrying along. The day has come

I really love scary movies, so I'm all about Halloween.

Mi Barcelona favorita siempre fue la de octubre, cuando le sale el alma a pasear y uno se hace más sabio con sólo beber de la fuente de Canaletas [...]

A sunflower for my sunflower. To brighten the dark October days you hate so much. Plant some more, and be safe in the knowledge a warm and bright summer awaits.

It was still early, and though the sun's lower limb was just free of the hill, his rays, ungenial and peering, addressed the eye rather than the touch as yet. There was not a human soul near. Sad October and her sadder self seemed the only two existences haunting that lane.

However, October is a fine and dangerous season in America. It is dry and cool and the land is wild with red and gold and crimson, and all the lassitudes of August have seeped out of your blood, and you are full of ambition. It is a wonderful time to begin anything at all. You

Brilliant, windy day—cold. It is fall. It is the kind of day in October that Pop used to talk about. I thought about my grandfather as I came up through the hollow, with the sun on the bare persimmon trees, and a song in my mouth. All songs are, as it were, one's last. I have been grateful for life.

By the European Julian calendar it was already November 4, exactly one year and seven months from the date—dare she think of it—when she'd determined to withdraw the Montglane Service from its hiding place of a thousand years. But here in Russia, by the Gregorian calendar, it was only October 23.

It was a late afternoon in the month of October—the "Column of the Year" as the robots called it, the month's thick almost substantive yellow light holding the rest of the year aloft above darkness lapping at its feet.

warned that an invasion called off one October might easily take place the next. Yes, it was better to be safe than sorry. Bill began to hum a popular tune of the moment – I found my thrill, on Blueberry Hill – and smiled to himself. Libby had been disappointed when the telegram had arrived putting off her Christmas visit to Liverpool, especially as it would have meant seeing her beloved father after so many months apart.

It was a beautiful October, sunny mellow days succeeding each other, yellow leaves falling gently from the trees.

October gave a party; The leaves by hundreds came - The Chestnuts, Oaks, and Maples, And leaves of every name. The Sunshine spread a carpet, And everything was grand, Miss Weather led the dancing, Professor Wind the band.

I was asked rather suddenly to join a delegation going to China, early October (alas John couldn't come because of Oxford term). (Another member was David Attenborough, the very nice animal TV man.)

On Friday, October 28, 2016, the FBI disclosed that they were reopening Clinton's email probe, and the same day, gold hit $1280/oz. Conversely, oil dropped by $1.33 to $45.34 per barrel, while stock prices also took a tumble.

It takes a strong man to be with a woman full of fire and stars and all of October.

There is no season when such pleasant and sunny spots may be lighted on, and produce so pleasant an effect on the feelings, as now in October. The sunshine is peculiarly genial; and in sheltered places, as on the side of a bank, or of a barn or house, one becomes acquainted and friendly with the sunshine. It seems to be of a kindly and homely nature. And the green grass, strewn with a few withered leaves, looks the more green and beautiful for them.

At long last, on October 5, Tronstad returned to Norway, dropping by parachute into the Vidda. His "long exile" was over.

On October 21, Tronstad arrived at King's Cross station in London.