Ray Bradbury Quotes About Autumn

Quotes about: Autumn

• That country where it is always turning late in the year. That country where the hills are fog and the rivers are mist; where noons go quickly, dusks and twilights linger, and midnights stay. That country composed in the main of cellars, sub-cellars, coal-bins, closets, attics, and pantries faced away from the sun. That country whose people are autumn people, thinking only autumn thoughts. Whose people passing at night on the empty walks sound like rain.

  Ray Bradbury

  Country, Twilight, Rain

  Ray Bradbury (2013). “The October Country”, p.7, Harper Collins

• Beware the autumn people

  Ray Bradbury

  Autumn, People

  Ray Bradbury (2017). “Something Wicked This Way Comes: A Novel”, p.176, Simon and Schuster

• For these beings, fall is ever the normal season, the only weather, there be no choice beyond. Where do they come from? The dust. Where do they go? The grave. Does blood stir their veins? No: the night wind. What ticks in their head? The worm. What speaks from their mouth? The toad. What sees from their eye? The snake. What hears with their ear? The abyss between the stars. They sift the human storm for souls, eat flesh of reason, fill tombs with sinners. They frenzy forth. Such are the autumn people.

  Ray Bradbury

  Stars, Fall, Eye

  "Something Wicked This Way Comes". Book by Ray Bradbury. Chapter 38, 1962.

• The autumn leaves blew over the moonlit pavement in such a way as to make the girl who was moving there seem fixed to a sliding walk, letting the motion of the wind and the leaves carry her forward. [...] The trees overhead made a great sound of letting down their dry rain.

  Ray Bradbury

  Girl, Rain, Moving

  FaceBook post by Ray Bradbury from Jan 27, 2016

• If I was ever a rare fine summer person, that's long ago. Most of us are half-and-half. The August noon in us works to stave off the November chills. We survive by what little Fourth of July wits we've stashed away. But there are times when we're all autumn people.

  Ray Bradbury

  Summer, Autumn, July

  Ray Bradbury (1962). “Something wicked this way comes: a novel”, Bantam

• He had never liked October. Ever since he had first lay in the autumn leaves before his grandmother's house many years ago and heard the wind and saw the empty trees. It had made him cry, without a reason. And a little of that sadness returned each year to him. It always went away with spring. But, it was a little different tonight. There was a feeling of autumn coming to last a million years. There would be no spring. ("The October Game")

  Ray Bradbury

  Spring, Sadness, Autumn

  FaceBook post by Ray Bradbury from Oct 01, 2015

• That country whose people are autumn people, thinking only autumn thoughts.

  Ray Bradbury

  Country, Autumn, Thinking

  Ray Bradbury (2014). “The October Country”, p.6, HarperCollins UK

• All flesh is one: what matter scores; Or color of the suit Or if the helmet glints with blue or gold? All is one bold achievement, All is fine spring-found-again-in-autumn day When juices run in antelopes along our blood, And green our flag, forever green...

  Ray Bradbury

  Running, Spring, Autumn

  Ray Bradbury (2002). “I Live by the Invisible: New & Selected Poems”, p.25, Salmon Publishing

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