“Bittersweet October. The mellow, messy, leaf-kicking perfect pause between the opposing miseries of summer and winter.”

“Throw in the intensity of emotions that come with that bittersweet summer sandwiched between high school graduation and the rest of your life...”

“Gimmerton chapel bells were still ringing and the full, mellow flow of the beck in the valley came soothingly on the ear. It was a sweet substitute for the yet absent murmur of the summer foliage, which drowned that music about the Grange when the trees were in leaf.”

“Everything good, everything magical happens between the months of June and August. Winters are simply a time to count the weeks until the next summer”

“Mrs. Miniver suddenly understood why she was enjoying the forties so much better than she had enjoyed the thirties: it was the difference between August and October, between the heaviness of late summer and the sparkle of early autumn, between the ending of an old phase and the beginning of a fresh one.”

“Everything was okay. Maybe not perfect, but life wasn’t meant to be perfect. It was messy and sometimes it was a disaster, but there was beauty in the messiness and there could be peace in the disaster.”