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  • #1
    Rainbow Rowell
    “October, baptize me with leaves! Swaddle me in corduroy and nurse me with split pea soup. October, tuck tiny candy bars in my pockets and carve my smile into a thousand pumpkins. O autumn! O teakettle! O grace!”
    Rainbow Rowell , Attachments

  • #2
    Jack Gilbert
    “Suddenly this defeat.
    This rain.
    The blues gone gray
    And the browns gone gray
    And yellow
    A terrible amber.
    In the cold streets
    Your warm body.
    In whatever room
    Your warm body.
    Among all the people
    Your absence
    The people who are always
    Not you.


    I have been easy with trees
    Too long.
    Too familiar with mountains.
    Joy has been a habit.
    Now
    Suddenly
    This rain.”
    Jack Gilbert

  • #3
    Keith Donohue
    “October proved a riot a riot to the senses and climaxed those giddy last weeks before Halloween.”
    Keith Donohue

  • #4
    F. Scott Fitzgerald
    “The unwelcome November rain had perversely stolen the day's last hour and pawned it with that ancient fence, the night.”
    F. Scott Fitzgerald, This Side of Paradise

  • #5
    Edwin Morgan
    “Valentine Weather

    Kiss me with rain on your eyelashes,
    come on, let us sway together,
    under the trees, and to hell with thunder.”
    Edwin Morgan, A Book of Lives

  • #6
    Ernest Dowson
    “AUTUMNAL

    Pale amber sunlight falls across
    The reddening October trees,
    That hardly sway before a breeze
    As soft as summer: summer's loss
    Seems little, dear! on days like these.

    Let misty autumn be our part!
    The twilight of the year is sweet:
    Where shadow and the darkness meet
    Our love, a twilight of the heart
    Eludes a little time's deceit.

    Are we not better and at home
    In dreamful Autumn, we who deem
    No harvest joy is worth a dream?
    A little while and night shall come,
    A little while, then, let us dream.

    Beyond the pearled horizons lie
    Winter and night: awaiting these
    We garner this poor hour of ease,
    Until love turn from us and die
    Beneath the drear November trees.”
    Ernest Dowson, The Poems and Prose of Ernest Dowson

  • #9
    Catherine Fisher
    “Walls have ears.
    Doors have eyes.
    Trees have voices.
    Beasts tell lies.
    Beware the rain.
    Beware the snow.
    Beware the man
    You think you know.
    -Songs of Sapphique”
    Catherine Fisher, Incarceron

  • #14
    Nikki Giovanni
    “I love you because no two snowflakes are alike, and it is possible, if you stand tippy-toe, to walk between the raindrops.”
    Nikki Giovanni

  • #15
    Charlie Chaplin
    “I always like walking in the rain, so no one can see me crying.”
    Charlie Chaplin

  • #16
    Martin Luther
    “Feelings come and feelings go,
    And feelings are deceiving;
    My warrant is the Word of God--
    Naught else is worth believing.

    Though all my heart should feel condemned
    For want of some sweet token,
    There is One greater than my heart
    Whose Word cannot be broken.

    I'll trust in God's unchanging Word
    Till soul and body sever,
    For, though all things shall pass away,
    HIS WORD SHALL STAND FOREVER!”
    Martin Luther

  • #17
    Martin Luther
    “A woman must be a woman and cannot be a man. She, too, is God's creature and her divine station is that she should bear and care for and rear children. So I am a man created for another office and work. But should I be proud because of this and say: I am not a woman, therefore I am better in the sight of God? Should I not rather praise God for creating both the woman and me also through the woman and putting me in this station? What a un-Christian thing it is that one should despire another because he is in another station or is doing something other then he is doing?... "Everyone who exalts himself will be humbled." for God will not and can not tolerate such pride and arrogance.”
    Martin Luther

  • #18
    Neil Gaiman
    “There are a hundred things she has tried to chase away the things she won't remember and that she can't even let herself think about because that's when the birds scream and the worms crawl and somewhere in her mind it's always raining a slow and endless drizzle.

    You will hear that she has left the country, that there was a gift she wanted you to have, but it is lost before it reaches you. Late one night the telephone will sign, and a voice that might be hers will say something that you cannot interpret before the connection crackles and is broken.

    Several years later, from a taxi, you will see someone in a doorway who looks like her, but she will be gone by the time you persuade the driver to stop. You will never see her again.

    Whenever it rains you will think of her. ”
    Neil Gaiman

  • #19
    Martin Luther
    “They are trying to make me into a fixed star. I am an irregular planet.”
    Martin Luther

  • #20
    James Thurber
    “I loathe the expression “What makes him tick.” It is the American mind, looking for simple and singular solutions, that uses the foolish expression. A person not only ticks, he also chimes and strikes the hour, falls and breaks and has to be put together again, and sometimes stops like an electric clock in a thunderstorm. ”
    James Thurber

  • #21
    C.S. Lewis
    “We live, in fact, in a world starved for solitude, silence, and private: and therefore starved for meditation and true friendship.”
    C.S. Lewis, The Weight of Glory

  • #22
    C.S. Lewis
    “It would seem that Our Lord finds our desires not too strong, but too weak. We are half-hearted creatures, fooling about with drink and sex and ambition when infinite joy is offered us, like an ignorant child who wants to go on making mud pies in a slum because he cannot imagine what is meant by the offer of a holiday at the sea. We are far too easily pleased.”
    C.S. Lewis, The Weight of Glory, and Other Addresses

  • #23
    Natalie Babbitt
    “And suddenly, she longed for a thunderstorm.”
    Natalie Babbitt, Tuck Everlasting

  • #24
    Patton Oswalt
    “I had a romance novel inside me, but I paid three sailors to beat it out of me with steel pipes.”
    Patton Oswalt

  • #25
    Robert Louis Stevenson
    “Quiet minds cannot be perplexed or frightened but go on in fortune or misfortune at their own private pace, like a clock during a thunderstorm.”
    Robert Louis Stevenson, Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde

  • #26
    Tasha Tudor
    “Why do women want to dress like men when they’re fortunate enough to be women? Why lose femininity, which is one of our greatest charms? We get more accomplished by being charming than we would be flaunting around in pants and smoking. I’m very fond of men. I think they are wonderful creatures. I love them dearly. But I don’t want to look like one. When women gave up their long skirts, they made a grave error…”
    Tasha Tudor

  • #27
    Wendy Shalit
    “Modesty answers not the crude how of femininity, but the beautiful why.”
    Wendy Shalit, A Return to Modesty: Discovering the Lost Virtue

  • #28
    Jennifer Egan
    “Yet each disappointment Ted felt in his wife, each incremental deflation, was accompanied by a seizure of guilt; many years ago, he had taken the passion he felt for Susan and folded it in half, so he no longer had a drowning, helpless feeling when he glimpsed her beside him in bed: her ropy arms and soft, generous ass. Then he’d folded it in half again, so when he felt desire for Susan, it no longer brought with it an edgy terror of never being satisfied. Then in half again, so that feeling desire entailed no immediate need to act. Then in half again, so he hardly felt it. His desire was so small in the end that Ted could slip it inside his desk or a pocket and forget about it, and this gave him a feeling of safety and accomplishment, of having dismantled a perilous apparatus that might have crushed them both. Susan was baffled at first, then distraught; she’d hit him twice across the face; she’d run from the house in a thunderstorm and slept at a motel; she’d wrestled Ted to the bedroom floor in a pair of black crotchless underpants. But eventually a sort of amnesia had overtaken Susan; her rebellion and hurt had melted away, deliquesced into a sweet, eternal sunniness that was terrible in the way that life would be terrible, Ted supposed, without death to give it gravitas and shape. He’d presumed at first that her relentless cheer was mocking, another phase in her rebellion, until it came to him that Susan had forgotten how things were between them before Ted began to fold up his desire; she’d forgotten and was happy — had never not been happy — and while all of this bolstered his awe at the gymnastic adaptability of the human mind, it also made him feel that his wife had been brainwashed. By him.”
    Jennifer Egan, A Visit from the Goon Squad

  • #29
    May Sarton
    “If art is not to be life-enhancing, what is it to be? Half the world is feminine--why is there resentment at a female-oriented art? Nobody asks The Tale of Genji to be masculine! Women certainly learn a lot from books oriented toward a masculine world. Why is not the reverse also true? Or are men really so afraid of women's creativity (because they are not themselves at the center of creation, cannot bear children) that a woman writer of genius evokes murderous rage, must be brushed aside with a sneer as 'irrelevant'?”
    May Sarton, Journal of a Solitude

  • #30
    Henry Rollins
    “You are beautiful like demolition. Just the thought of you draws my knuckles white. I don’t need a god. I have you and your beautiful mouth, your hands holding onto me, the nails leaving unfelt wounds, your hot breath on my neck. The taste of your saliva. The darkness is ours. The nights belong to us. Everything we do is secret. Nothing we do will ever be understood; we will be feared and kept well away from. It will be the stuff of legend, endless discussion and limitless inspiration for the brave of heart. It’s you and me in this room, on this floor. Beyond life, beyond morality. We are gleaming animals painted in moonlit sweat glow. Our eyes turn to jewels and everything we do is an example of spontaneous perfection. I have been waiting all my life to be with you. My heart slams against my ribs when I think of the slaughtered nights I spent all over the world waiting to feel your touch. The time I annihilated while I waited like a man doing a life sentence. Now you’re here and everything we touch explodes, bursts into bloom or burns to ash. History atomizes and negates itself with our every shared breath. I need you like life needs life. I want you bad like a natural disaster. You are all I see. You are the only one I want to know.”
    Henry Rollins

  • #31
    Steven Wright
    “Plan to be spontaneous tomorrow.”
    Steven Wright

  • #32
    David Levithan
    “But isn't this a dance? Isn't all of this a dance? Isn't that what we do with words? Isn't that what we do when we talk, when we spar, when we make plans or leave it to chance? Some of it's choreographed. Some of the steps have been done for ages. And the rest -- the rest is spontaneous. The rest has to be decided on the floor, in the moment, before the music ends.”
    David Levithan, Dash & Lily's Book of Dares

  • #33
    William Wordsworth
    “Poetry is the spontaneous overflow of powerful feelings: it takes its origin from emotion recollected in tranquility.”
    William Wordsworth, Lyrical Ballads

  • #34
    Henri Cartier-Bresson
    “For me, the camera is a sketch book, an instrument of intuition and spontaneity.”
    Henri Cartier-Bresson

  • #35
    C.S. Lewis
    “When the two people who thus discover that they are on the same secret road are of different sexes, the friendship which arises between them will very easily pass – may pass in the first half hour – into erotic love. Indeed, unless they are physically repulsive to each other or unless one or both already loves elsewhere, it is almost certain to do so sooner or later. And conversely, erotic love may lead to Friendship between the lovers. But this, so far from obliterating the distinction between the two loves, puts it in a clearer light. If one who was first, in the deep and full sense, your Friend, is then gradually or suddenly revealed as also your lover you will certainly not want to share the Beloved’s erotic love with any third. But you will have no jealousy at all about sharing the Friendship. Nothing so enriches an erotic love as the discovery that the Beloved can deeply, truly and spontaneously enter into Friendship with the Friends you already had; to feel that not only are we two united by erotic love but we three or four or five are all travelers on the same quest, have all a common vision.”
    C.S. Lewis, Four Loves

  • #36
    E.E. Cummings
    “Unbeing dead isn't being alive.”
    E. E. Cummings



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