The last dying days of summer, fall coming on fast. A cold night, the first of the season, a change from the usual bland Maryland climate. Cold, thought the boy; his mind felt numb. The trees he could see through his bedroom window were tall charcoal sticks, shivering, afraid of the wind or only trying to stand against it. Every tree was alone out there. The animals were alone, each in its hole, in its thin fur, and anything that got hit on the road tonight would die alone. Before morning, he thought, its blood would freeze in the cracks of the asphalt. . Poppy Z. Brite
Autumn is the hardest season. The leaves are all falling, and they're falling likethey're falling in love with the ground.
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Andrea Gibson
Love the trees until their leaves fall off, then encourage them to try again next year.
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Chad Sugg
There is something incredibly nostalgic and significant about the annual cascade of autumn leaves.
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Joe L. Wheeler
Even though I knew this might end in heartbreak, that he might make my life scary and complicated and unpredictable, I knew I couldn't let him walk away. Because I knew he'd also make my life happy and comforting and full.
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Kasie West
Perhaps because it seems so appropriate, I don't notice the rain. It falls in sheets, a blanket of silvery thread rushing to the hard almost-winter ground. Still, I stand without moving at the side of the coffin.
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Michelle Zink
More Quotes By Poppy Z. Brite
Maybe they did what they had to do to live, and tried to get a little love and have a little fun before the darkness took them.
But if I die without trying again, I'm a coward. I don't mind having regrets about stuff I've done. It's the regrets about stuff I haven't done that bother me.
Ah, relationships. If he was lucky, Luke thought, he would never have another one.
And what was I if not death's ghostwriter?
Some nights are made for torture, or reflection, or the savoring of loneliness.
