“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.” – Nathaniel Hawthorne.

“He loved October. Had always loved it. There was something sad and beautiful about it—the ending and beginning of things.” – Jacqueline Woodson, If You Come Softly.

“I’m so glad I live in a world where there are Octobers.” – L. M. Montgomery, Anne of Green Gables.

“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.

“In the entire circle of the year there are no days so delightful as those of a fine October, when the trees are bare to the mild heavens, and the red leaves bestrew the road, and you can feel the breath of winter, morning and evening—no days so calm, so tenderly solemn, and with such a reverent meekness in the air.” — Alexander Smith.

“You don’t waste October sunshine. Soon the old autumn sun would bed down in cloud blankets, and there would be weeks of gray rain before it finally decided to snow.” – Katherine Arden, Small Spaces.

“October is a symphony of permanence and change.” — Bonaro W. Overstreet.

“He loved October. Had always loved it. There was something sad and beautiful about it—the ending and beginning of things.” — Jacqueline Woodson, If You Come Softly.

“October is crisp days and cool nights, a time to curl up around the dancing flames and sink into a good book.” — John Sinor.

“It was a mild, grey October afternoon; a day to make mild, grey decisions.” ― Antonia Hodgson, The Devil in the Marshalsea.