Flower Quote by Leif Enger

I remember it as October days are always remembered, cloudless, maple-flavored, the air gold and so clean it quivers.

— Leif Enger

“October had tremendous possibility. The summer's oppressive heat was a distant memory, and the golden leaves promised a world full of beautiful adventures. They…

— Sarah Guillory

“October, crisp, misty, golden October, when the light is sweet and heavy.”

— Angela Carter

“A thousand golden sunrises and sunny surprises. October never disappoints.”

— Charmaine J. Forde

“On the last day, the bad days seem so difficult to recall.”

— John Green

“ May and October, the best-smelling months? I'll make a case for December: evergreen, frost, wood smoke, cinnamon. ”

— Lisa Kleypas

“Most days disintegrate like ash at first grasp of memory, which only stows the bright and curious, as does the crow.”

— Eric Forsberg

“He couldn't stop smelling the air in great, deep, loud sniffs. It was so delicious. It smelled of water, and mud, and maple trees,…

— Elizabeth Enright

“August is dust here. Drought stuns the road, but juice gathers in the berries.”

— Robert Hass

“It is the end of a fine bronze-tinted afternoon with purple shadows and febrile scraps of cloud.”

— Daniel Arsand

“Each golden day was cherished to the full, for one had the feeling that each must be the last. Tomorrow it would be winter.”

— Elizabeth Enright

“I wondered if there was something sacred, something everlasting, about melted ice cream and summer days and good stories.”

— Natalie Lloyd