A Quote by Patricia Highsmith

Dusk was falling quickly. It was just after 7 P.M., and the month was October. — © Patricia Highsmith
Dusk was falling quickly. It was just after 7 P.M., and the month was October.
October is nature's funeral month. Nature glories in death more than in life. The month of departure is more beautiful than the month of coming - October than May. Every green thin loves to die in bright colors.
October is the opal month of the year. It is the month of glory, of ripeness. It is the picture-month.
What of October, that ambiguous month, the month of tension, the unendurable month?
October is the month for painted leaves. Their rich glow now flashes round the world. As fruits and leaves and the day itself acquire a bright tint just before they fall, so the year near its setting. October is its sunset sky; November the later twilight.
I have come to regard November as the older, harder man's October. I appreciate the early darkness and cooler temperatures. It puts my mind in a different place than October. It is a month for a quieter, slightly more subdued celebration of summer's death as winter tightens its grip.
I have to say, that I am delighted that Secretary [Hillary] Clinton month after month after month seems to be adopting more and more of the positions that we have advocated.
In fact, the private sector is improving their algorithmic ability to search through big data month after month after month. And, of course, a big government bureaucracy isn't keeping up.
The owl of Minerva spreads its wings only with the falling of the dusk.
About a month before he died, my grandfather, we covered his back full of lard - after that he went downhill very quickly.
First of all, it was October, a rare month for boys.
You ought to know that October is the first Spring month.
Soon it got dusk, a grapy dusk, a purple dusk over tangerine groves and long melon fields; the sun the color of pressed grapes, slashed with burgandy red, the fields the color of love and Spanish mysteries.
We were in Shetland for over a month so when we arrived back in Glasgow I felt quite disorientated. It was just everything, the noise, the people. It was weird that after just a month in Shetland I felt slightly assaulted by the city.
Publishing identical NeverTrump columns about Trump 'unraveling' month after month and year after year is yet another way to treat conservative Americans as second-class citizens.
Television demands continuity and more work month after month. One has to also maintain quality as it reaches not just India but U.K., Canada, Pakistan, and Dubai as well. It is very powerful. And the risk of flopping like a film is also not there!
Night is falling: at dusk, you must have good eyesight to be able to tell the Good Lord from the Devil.
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