Best 44 quotes in «september quotes» category

September 11 stands on its own as a terrible tragedy.

There was no silver bullet that could have prevented the 11 September attacks. There was nothing demonstrating or showing that something was coming in the United States. If there had been something, we would have acted on it.

Shipwreck in youth is sorrowful enough, but one looks for storms at the spring equinox. Yet it is the September equinox that drowns.

The first time I realised I was patriotic was after September 11th.

We have as Americans a right to be here, and we also have a responsibility to build bridges of reconciliation with the families of those who died on 11 September.

We said [U.S] are going to be repercussions of the mistaken way of dealing with it, of treating the terrorism, but nobody expected 11th of September. So, you cannot expect. It is difficult for anyone to tell you what is going to happen. It's an area where everything is on the brink of explosion. You have to expect everything.

We're going to rush the hijackers.

What do I tell the pilots to do?

Ah, September! You are the doorway to the season that awakens my soul... but I must confess that I love you only because you are a prelude to my beloved October.

What we learned on September 11 is that the unthinkable is now thinkable in the world

You've got a new Spanish-language album out now ["90 Millas," released in September of 2007], and the single ["No Llores"] is #1 on the Billboard Latin chart.

I used to love September, but now it just rhymes with remember.

Berapa harga sebuah Januari? Aku ingin memiliki Januari yang basah. Bulan yang menghapus gerah-gerah. Tapi Januari atau September bukan cincin yang dipajang dietalase toko, yang bisa kita beli kalau uang cukup dan kita jual atau kita tukar bila tidak suka. September adalah utusan Tuhan untuk menemani manusia yang memanggil dosa-dosa di pundaknya.

for all I can really do is stand here in September’s rain savoring… soaking it all in slipping.. and simply holding on to poetry for dear life.

Tragedies are always discussed as if they took place in a void, but actually each tragedy is conditioned by its setting, local and global. The events of 11 September 2001 are not exception.

High up on Monte Salvatore the window of some shepherd's hut opened a golden eye. The roses hung their heads and dreamed under the still September clouds, and the water plashed and murmured softly among the pebbles of the shore.

Insomma una brutta domenica di settembre, di quel settembre traditore che vi lascia andare un colpo di mare fra capo e collo, come una schioppettata fra i fichidindia.

it strikes me that the spirit of the Fourth, this year, was used up by September's end and fell like an early leaf.

The first flash of color always excites me as much as the first frail, courageous bloom of spring. This is, in a sense, my season--sometimes warm and, when the wind blows an alert, sometimes cold. But there is a clarity about September. On clear days, the sun seems brighter, the sky more blue, the white clouds take on marvelous shapes; the moon is a wonderful apparition, rising gold, cooling to silver; and the stars are so big. The September storms--the hurricane warnings far away, the sudden gales, the downpour of rain that we have so badly needed here for so long--are exhilarating, and there's a promise that what September starts, October will carry on, catching the torch flung into her hand.

Remember to be your brother’s keeper in September

September was a thirty-days long goodbye to summer, to the season that left everybody both happy and weary of the warm, humid weather and the exhausting but thrilling adventures. It didn't feel like fresh air either, it made me suffocate. It was like the days would be dragging some kind of sickness, one that we knew wouldn't last, but made us uncomfortable anyway. The atmosphere felt dusty and stifling.

Yeah – Sure I remember Matter of fact it was just last September She still calls it the fall to remember Little Heather when it all came together You remember the first time you met her? She cried when it rained and blamed the weather But inside she strained with suicide letters The kind of cold you couldn’t warm with a sweater Hardly lasted past December She said she was headed down to defeat That’s the last you’d seen and never had dreamed That the same little Heather – It’s who you saw last week In an instant you couldn’t have missed her gleam As she listened she looked like a distant queen With a difference, there for all to see She found a different – A different kind of free

The seasonal urge is strong in poets. Milton wrote chiefly in winter. Keats looked for spring to wake him up (as it did in the miraculous months of April and May, 1819). Burns chose autumn. Longfellow liked the month of September. Shelley flourished in the hot months. Some poets, like Wordsworth, have gone outdoors to work. Others, like Auden, keep to the curtained room. Schiller needed the smell of rotten apples about him to make a poem. Tennyson and Walter de la Mare had to smoke. Auden drinks lots of tea, Spender coffee; Hart Crane drank alcohol. Pope, Byron, and William Morris were creative late at night. And so it goes.

The old summer's-end melancholy nips at my heels. There's no school to go back to; no detail of my life will change come the onset of September; yet still, I feel the old trepidation.

Tonight I miss you like the sky misses his moon; a delicate epiphany growing on grass. I serenade the breeze into dancing a cha cha cha; the mountains echo in the background. September sky never looked more charming; or the sublime petals of the rose looked so graceful.

All the months are crude experiments, out of which the perfect September is made.

If the death of Osama Bin Laden brings any peace to those who lost loved ones on that awful day in September 2001, that is a great thing. It is more likely, however, just a painful reminder of what was lost.

All your renown is like the summer flower that blooms and dies; because the sunny glow which brings it forth, soon slays with parching power.

I am more of a New Yorker than ever and just actually, sometimes I fantasize about living somewhere else, where it's maybe not quite so crowded or stressful, blah, blah, blah and after September 11th, I guess I could just not imagine living anywhere else.

An attack on one is an attack on all.

Any attempts at humor immediately after September 11th were deemed tasteless.

Best performance of the year: Aston Villa v. Milan, September 1994

I am certain that I speak on behalf of my entire nation when I say: Today, we are all Americans. In grief, as in defiance.

I am one of the 11.5% of New Yorkers who remain traumatized by the events of September 11.

In the wake of the events of 11 September 2001, it now seems clear that the shock of the attacks was exploited in America.

I never got a lot done using a broomstick. You've got to have something that's lethal.

In the winter, I'm always in Europe. July and September are New Zealand and Chile camps. I'm always on the road.

In the aftermath of September 11th, it is critical to secure our borders.

[Manhattan School Of Music] were kind of just getting the jazz program up and going when I first started there. I was 17 in September of 1984 when I started there.

It almost isn't sporting, is it?

It is a very real concern and my view is that everything changed on September 11th and the procedure, the policies that were in place prior to September 11th no longer should apply.

Nobody should underestimate how much the world changed on the 11th of September 2001.

No, we did not do this, and we are not with you.

Outside, the September air was enticingly fragrant, yellow with pollen and rich, lemony sunlight.