Phrases about September: the most beautiful aphorisms about the month of the beginnings par excellence
September is the month most loved by singers and writers who have always celebrated it with a mixture of sadness and sweetness, to greet the approaching summer and embrace the bittersweet autumn season and its infinite and mysterious charm.
This month, which is seen by all as a second New Year, brings with it changes, resolutions, restarts and an irresistible desire to find a new serenity. After all, one of the promises we love to make to ourselves is to start a new year with greater self-awareness and a good dose of love for ourselves.
So, to greet this meso full of charm and expectations, we rely on the pen of the most famous writers and thinkers of today and yesterday, not without going through the lines of the most romantic and famous songs ever.
So here are all the most beautiful phrases and quotes to remember about the month of the beginnings par excellence.
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Aphorisms and quotes from famous writers of today and of the past
The days of September are, until the last afternoon, airy and melodious classic verses that become too darkly romantic as night approaches.
Giovanni Papini
It was one of those September in which summer never seems to have to end. The five miles of the Royal-les-Eaux seafront, behind which stretched well-kept lawns, enlivened at intervals by tricolor beds of sage, alyssum and lobelia, they were cheered by the flags and, on the longest beach in northern France, the multicolored tents gaily descended to the shore in thick, profitable battalions.
Ian Fleming
A lot of people, especially this psychoanalyst who's here, keep asking me if I'll start studying when I go back to school in September. It's such a stupid question, in my opinion.I mean, how do you know what you're going to do until you do it? The answer is that you don't know.
J.D. Salinger
Appointed officer, Giovanni Drogo left the city one September morning to reach the Bastiani Fortress, his first destination.
He woke up that "it was still night and for the first time he wore the uniform of a lieutenant. When he had finished, he looked in the mirror by the light of a kerosene lamp, but without finding the joy he had hoped for. In the house there was a great silence, only small noises could be heard from a nearby room; his mom was getting up to greet him.
That was the day he had been waiting for for years, the beginning of his real life. He thought of the squalid days at the military academy, he remembered the bitter evenings of study when he heard people passing free and presumably happy out in the streets; of the winter alarms in the frozen dormitories, where the nightmare of punishments stagnated. He remembered the pain of counting the days one by one, which seemed to never end.
The desert of the Tartars, Dino Buzzati
Finally the day of wrath has come after the long twilights of fear. Finally they are paying the tithe of souls for the cleansing of the earth. In the end, a warm bath of black blood was needed after so many damp and lukewarm mother's milk and brotherly tears. A good watering of blood was needed for the August heat; and a red racking for the September harvests; and a wall of flasks for the cool of September.
Giovanni Papini
The bed on which I lay was a large brass bed that I had never seen before but which was surely mine and so was the rest of that room, the window that opened onto a strip of blue sea and the other on the wall. in the background that looked towards the hills lined with olive trees, the walnut wardrobe where the linen, sheets, tablecloths, brides' kits and the ancient scent of lavender were stored; the chest of drawers where sun-dried figs were crammed every year in September, which lasted until Easter in April, smelling of laurel and cinnamon.
Eugenio Scalfari
September September,
grapes ripen and wine is made,
ripe muscat grapes:
schoolboy, prepare the satchel!
Gianni Rodari
The beautiful crystal clear days of autumn that are no longer hot and not cold ...
Madame de Sévigné
Look at September as the forest opens up for you
and dominates your desire.
Open your hands, fill them with these slow leaves
do not let a single one be lost.
Eugenio Montejo
September days are here,
with summer the best of the weather,
and the best of happiness in autumn.
Helen Hunt Jackson
September, let's go. It is time to migrate. | Now in the land of Abruzzi my shepherds | leave the pens and go towards the sea: | they go down to the wild Adriatic | which green is like the pastures of the mountains. remain in "exiled hearts to comfort | that long deceives their thirst in the way. | Renewed they have rod d" avellano. | | And they go along the ancient tratturo to the plain, | almost for a silent river erbal | on the vestiges of the ancient fathers. | O voice of him who first | knows the tremolar of the navy! | | Now along the coast it walks | the flock. Without change is the air. | Yes, the sun makes the living wool glow | that almost does not diverge from the sand. | Isciaquìo, trampling, sweet noises. | | Ah why am I not with "my shepherds?
Gabriele D "Annunzio
Day that you flow
without nostalgia
singing September day
that you mirror in my calm heart.
Attilio Bertolucci
At the sea, towards the end of September, a colder gust of wind happens.
The sky turns pale for a moment and then everything comes back on.
Hardly anyone notices it.
You have to be sick of the sea and of light to notice it.
Anyone who sees this knows that the fabric of the summer is irreparably punctured
and autumn is about to arrive.
Fabrizio Caramagna
Like when Summer slips into Autumn
Yet we prefer to say more
"Summer" and "Autumn", out of fear
To send the sun away,
And we almost consider it an affront
Admit presence
Of whom, even if enchanting, it is not
The one we loved -
Emily Dickinson
And now in September the garden is colder, and with it my passion. The sun warms the back instead of hitting the head… The work in the vineyards has been reduced, and I have grown.
Robert Finch
With gray reluctance the clouds slowly push north towards you ...
You might be out in the orchard where violets secretly darken the ground,
or in the twilight woods, there, among vibrant and agitated September flowers.
Think of me here, in the library ...
D.H. Lawrence
It was eight o'clock and the sun would soon give us no escape; the September sun is despondent, it is selfish, mournful and cumbersome.
Nadia Terranova
Every year, in September, the moon is the same, yet I never remember it. Did you know it was yellow?
Cesare Pavese, August Feria
The September rains are already propitious
black and white figs swell on the branch,
plums claudie… To whom you work and hope
Jesus grants all delights!
Guido Gozzano
September, sweet as a sick child,
he stretches lazily on the bank of the ditch.
Diego Valeri
September arrives.
And suddenly you are an orphan of the sea, of prayers left in the pages of a book read in the summer air, of imagined promises and songs that are lost in the night.
Fabrizio Caramagna
Over is the night and the moon
slowly melts into the serene,
sets in the canals.
September is so alive in this land
lowland, the meadows are green
as in the southern valleys in spring.
Salvatore Quasimodo
September
Sad the garden: cool
the rain falls to the flowers ...
silent trembles the summer,
declining at its end.
Hermann Hesse
The summer we did not appreciate
So easy were his treasures
He instructs us now that he is leaving
And the recognition is late -
Emily Dickinson
One day in September, the blue month,
quiet under a young plum tree
I kept my love pale and quiet
in my arms like a sweet dream.
Bertolt Brecht
The autumn equinox had come.
You could already feel, fresh on your skin, the fizz of the evening air.
Murasaki Shikibu
September 28, 1932 ...
The first day of not cool cold that dresses the dead summer with less light.
Fernando Pessoa
The sun is not that hot in the sky today
and I can see the summer slip away.
James Taylor
September: it was the most beautiful of words, he had always felt it inside, because it evoked oranges in bloom, swallows and regret.
Alexander Theroux
These blue evenings in September where the dying light of summer has the sweetness of the eyelids, when the sun has fallen asleep.
Jean-René Huguenin
The days of September have the warmth of summer in their most central hours, but in the evenings that get longer there is the prophetic breath of autumn.
Rowland E. Robinson
The summer days get shorter ... And as always, at this time of the year I feel the gaze of time on me.
Róbert Hász
September closes the summer, it takes us back to the usual restorative and renewed occupations. He rewards us for lost idleness with very sweet, bright and luminous days, warm, never too hot or too cold. It gives us the sweetness of its fruits: grapes, figs, pears, apples, the first chestnuts escaped from the sea urchins. And the sweetness also contains melancholy: the hours of light decrease, the leaves begin to turn yellow, a few gust of wind already detaches them. September is a month of subdued happiness.
Anonymous
September 1st is a bit like the first of the year, ideally we start over.
Stephen Littleword
In September, there are days of heaven descending to earth. The drawbridge of his castle is lowered into the air and down a blue staircase the sky rests for a while on the ground.
Erri de Luca
There is a proverb that says: "It should always be September". A mild, sweet month, barely tinged with nostalgia, a subtle melancholy. A month that poets feel close to their hearts.
Anonymous
On the morning of September 1st it was as crunchy and golden as an apple.
J.K. Rowling
July puts the eggs in the shell - August falls asleep on the ripe ears - September, with great equivocal evenings, slips through its golden leaves.
Rosemonde Gérard
Ironic phrases and funny aphorisms about the month of September
September 1st is Monday morning of the year.
Azael, Twitter
June = Friday.
July = Saturday.
August = Sunday.
September = Monday.
... And so it is summer.
Anonymous
The year does not start on January 1st. Everyone knows, it's only the British who continue to believe this. The year begins on the first Monday of September.
Anonymous
September is the perfect month for weddings. Neither hot nor cold. Neither good nor bad. Like marriage, in fact.
Luciana Littizzetto
The verses dedicated to September, taken from the most beautiful songs
We are at the end of September. Time never passes and at the same time it flies. The days are held back by the fatigue of our separation but, looking at them later, we have to deal with how much time we have not spent together.
Luciano Ligabue, "The snow doesn't care"
September will not be enough to forget the sea of things we have said to each other, we are not those loves that consume the summer, which promise half the truth.
Emma Marrone, "Really"
Goodnight, goodnight my love,
goodnight between the phone and the sky.
I thank you for surprising me,
for swearing to me it's true.
The corn in the fields is ripe
and I need you so much.
The blanket is frozen, summer is over.
Goodnight, this night is for you.
Francesco De Gregori, "Goodnight little flower"
Then, one night in September
I woke up, the wind on
skin, on my body the
starlight;
who knows where my house was
and that child who
he played in a courtyard ...
Nomads, "I wanderer"
