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  • #1
    Alice McDermott
    “The day and time itself: late afternoon in early February, was there a moment of the year better suited for despair?”
    Alice McDermott

  • #2
    L.M. Montgomery
    “They captured in their ramble all the mysteries and magics of a March evening. Very still and mild it was, wrapped in a great, white, brooding silence -- a silence which was yet threaded through with many little silvery sounds which you could hear if you hearkened as much with your soul as your ears. The girls wandered down a long pineland aisle that seemed to lead right out into the heart of a deep-red, overflowing winter sunset.”
    L.M. Montgomery

  • #3
    L.M. Montgomery
    “March came in that winter like the meekest and mildest of lambs, bringing days that were crisp and golden and tingling, each followed by a frosty pink twilight which gradually lost itself in an elfland of moonshine.”
    L.M. Montgomery

  • #4
    Charles Dickens
    “It was one of those March days when the sun shines hot and the wind blows cold: when it is summer in the light, and winter in the shade.”
    Charles Dickens, Great Expectations

  • #5
    John Steinbeck
    “In March the soft rains continued, and each storm waited courteously until its predecessor sunk beneath the ground.”
    John Steinbeck, East of Eden

  • #6
    George Orwell
    “It was a bright cold day in April, and the clocks were striking thirteen.”
    George Orwell, 1984

  • #7
    L.M. Montgomery
    “Snow in April is abominable," said Anne. "Like a slap in the face when you expected a kiss.”
    L.M. Montgomery, Anne of Ingleside

  • #8
    Neil Gaiman
    “October knew, of course, that the action of turning a page, of ending a chapter or shutting a book, did not end the tale.
    Having admitted that, he would also avow that happy endings were never difficult to find: "It is simply a matter," he explained to April, "of finding a sunny place in a garden, where the light is golden and the grass is soft; somewhere to rest, to stop reading, and to be content.”
    Neil Gaiman, The Sandman, Vol. 4: Season of Mists

  • #9
    “Some people can't be fooled on April Fool's Day because they were fooled too many times during their entire lifetime.”
    Akash B Chandran

  • #10
    Karen Joy Fowler
    “Lots of people go mad in January. Not as many as in May, of course. Nor June. But January is your third most common month for madness.”
    Karen Joy Fowler, Sarah Canary

  • #11
    Fennel Hudson
    “May, more than any other month of the year, wants us to feel most alive.”
    Fennel Hudson, A Meaningful Life - Fennel's Journal - No. 1

  • #13
    “At last came the golden month of the wild folk-- honey-sweet May, when the birds come back, and the flowers come out, and the air is full of the sunrise scents and songs of the dawning year.”
    Samuel Scoville Jr., Wild Folk

  • #14
    Dr. Seuss
    “How did it get so late so soon?”
    Dr. Seuss

  • #15
    Pablo Neruda
    “Green was the silence, wet was the light,
    the month of June trembled like a butterfly.”
    Pablo Neruda, 100 Love Sonnets

  • #16
    Maud Hart Lovelace
    “It was June, and the world smelled of roses. The sunshine was like powdered gold over the grassy hillside.”
    Maud Hart Lovelace, Betsy-Tacy and Tib

  • #17
    A.E. Housman
    “June suns, you cannot store them
    To warm the winter's cold,
    The lad that hopes for heaven
    Shall fill his mouth with mould.”
    A.E. Housman, More Poems

  • #18
    “They talk about big skies in the western United States, and they may indeed have them, but you have never seen such lofty clouds, such towering anvils, as in Iowa in July.”
    Bill Bryson, The Life and Times of the Thunderbolt Kid

  • #19
    Charlotte Eriksson
    “I have hope
    in who I am becoming.

    I have belief in every scar and disgraceful word
    I have ever spoken
    or been told
    because it is still teaching me
    and I have hope in who I am becoming.

    They say it takes 756 days to run to someone you love
    and they also say that the only romance worth fighting for
    is the one with yourself
    and I know by now
    that they say a lot of things,
    people talking everywhere
    without saying a word,
    but if it took me all those years to learn myself
    or teach myself
    how to look into the mirror
    without breaking it
    I know for a fact that it was a fight worth fighting.

    I stood up for my own head and so did my heart
    and we are coming to terms with ourselves.
    Shaking hands, saying ”let’s make this work
    for we have places to go
    and people to see
    and we will need each other”
    So I have hope
    in who I am becoming.

    It’s July
    and I have hope in who I am becoming.”
    Charlotte Eriksson

  • #20
    Jonathan Safran Foer
    “August has passed, and yet summer continues by force to grow days. They sprout secretly between the chapters of the year, covertly included between its pages.”
    Jonathan Safran Foer, Tree of Codes

  • #21
    Sue Monk Kidd
    “The month of August had turned into a griddle where the days just lay there and sizzled.”
    Sue Monk Kidd, The Secret Life of Bees

  • #22
    Crestless Wave
    “August is a gentle reminder for not doing a single thing from your new year resolution for seven months and not doing it for next five.”
    Crestless Wave

  • #23
    Viktor Nekrasov
    “August was nearly over - the month of apples and falling stars, the last care-free month for the school children. The days were not hot, but sunny and limpidly clear - the first sign of advancing autumn.”
    Victor Nekrasov

  • #24
    “Ah, September! You are the doorway to the season that awakens my soul... but I must confess that I love you only because you are a prelude to my beloved October.”
    Peggy Toney Horton

  • #25
    Faith Baldwin
    “The first flash of color always excites me as much as the first frail, courageous bloom of spring. This is, in a sense, my season--sometimes warm and, when the wind blows an alert, sometimes cold. But there is a clarity about September. On clear days, the sun seems brighter, the sky more blue, the white clouds take on marvelous shapes; the moon is a wonderful apparition, rising gold, cooling to silver; and the stars are so big. The September storms--the hurricane warnings far away, the sudden gales, the downpour of rain that we have so badly needed here for so long--are exhilarating, and there's a promise that what September starts, October will carry on, catching the torch flung into her hand.”
    Faith Baldwin, Evening Star

  • #26
    Oliver Herford
    “I heard a bird sing in the dark of December. A magical thing. And sweet to remember. We are nearer to Spring than we were in September. I heard a bird sing in the dark of December.”
    Oliver Herford

  • #27
    L.M. Montgomery
    “I'm so glad I live in a world where there are Octobers.”
    L. M. Montgomery, Anne of Green Gables

  • #28
    “There is something in October sets the gypsy blood astir: We must rise and follow her, When from every hill of flame She calls, and calls each vagabond by name.”
    William Bliss

  • #29
    Ray Bradbury
    “First of all, it was October, a rare month for boys.”
    Ray Bradbury, Something Wicked This Way Comes

  • #30
    Jaime Allison Parker
    “October air, complete with dancing leaves and sighing winds greeted him as he stepped from the bus onto the dusty highway. Coolness embraced. The scent of burning wood hung crisp in the air from somewhere far in the distance. His backpack dropped in a flutter of dust. He surveyed dying cornfields from the gas station bus stop. Seeing this place, for the first time in over twenty years, brought back a flood of memories, long buried and forgotten.”
    Jaime Allison Parker, The Delta Highway

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