“It is a real chill out. The fall crisp comes
I am aware there is winter to heed.
There is no warm house
That is fitted with my need.”

“It is a real chill out,
The genuine thing.
I am not deceived, I do not think it is still summer
Because sun stays and birds continue to sing.”

Gwendolyn Brooks (1917–2000) American writer

“Still, all this time, I was only barely aware that my subconscious was putting together a layout of the house. It wasn't that I expected to need one, it's just how my mind works. I am, quite frankly, very good at it, and maybe that's where the real pleasure comes in — just the joy of doing something you do well. There are worse reasons for doing things; maybe there aren't any better ones.”

Steven Brust (1955) American fantasy and science fiction author

“You just call out my name
And you know wherever I am
I'll come running to see you again.
Winter, spring, summer, or fall
All you have to do is call
And I'll be there, yeah, yeah, yeah.
You've got a friend.”

Carole King (1942) Nasa

“But winter lingering chills the lap of May.”

Oliver Goldsmith (1728–1774) Irish physician and writer

“Are the days of winter sunshine just as sad for you, too? When it is misty, in the evenings, and I am out walking by myself, it seems to me that the rain is falling through my heart and causing it to crumble into ruins.”

Gustave Flaubert (1821–1880) French writer (1821–1880)

“But my memories are like a fire in winter—whenever I'm cold I can warm my hands at them.

—Ditta”

Madeleine L'Engle (1918–2007) American writer

“I’ve come out of the closet, now I just need the confidence to actually leave the house.”

Dan Howell (1991) British video blogger and radio personality

“How important can it be that I suffer and think? My presence in this world will disturb a few tranquil lives and will unsettle the unconscious and pleasant naiveté of others. Although I feel that my tragedy is the greatest in history — greater than the fall of empires — I am nevertheless aware of my total insignificance. I am absolutely persuaded that I am nothing in this universe; yet I feel that mine is the only real existence.”

Emil M. Cioran (1911–1995) Romanian philosopher and essayist

“Life starts all over again when it gets crisp in the fall.”

F. Scott Fitzgerald The Great Gatsby