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I feel as though I have leapt off this massive cliff and I am still building my wings… Everyone just assumes I know how to fly, but I am pretty sure I am only falling gracefully and hoping to miss the ground.
— Thomm Quackenbush, Flies to Wanton Boys
A red leaf danced from a branch like a dropping flame, down into the calm blue lake. A gust had broken it free. There was a cold bite in the wind. It was now deep autumn in the mountains.
— Aspen Matis, Girl in the Woods: A Memoir
Yet the higher a man climbs the further he has to fall.
— George R.R. Martin, A Storm of Swords
He realized that it wouldn’t be much longer before the trees picked themselves up and migrated to the warmer south, leaving their dead, leafless brothers behind.
— James Riley, Half Upon a Time
He who knows how to fall without hurting himself will also know how to rise without any difficulty!
— Mehmet Murat ildan
Every system has it's own fall.
— Deyth Banger
People just don't understand, they aren't your level and they won't get there soon. So move because you will fall from there!
— Deyth Banger
we often fall not because, not knowing how to walk but not knowing which way to choose.
— tirumala
Floating along like a leaf after fallI land soft on the crisp ground belowstill tempted to fly, God hold me in place.
— N.M. Cherraj
November--with uncanny witchery in its changed trees. With murky red sunsets flaming in smoky crimson behind the westering hills. With dear days when the austere woods were beautiful and gracious in a dignified serenity of folded hands and closed eyes--days full of a fine, pale sunshine that sifted through the late, leafless gold of the juniper-trees and glimmered among the grey beeches, lighting up evergreen banks of moss and washing the colonnades of the pines. Days with a high-sprung sky of flawless turquoise. Days when an exquisite melancholy seemed to hang over the landscape and dream about the lake. But days, too, of the wild blackness of great autumn storms, followed by dank, wet, streaming nights when there was witch-laughter in the pines and fitful moans among the mainland trees. What cared they? Old Tom had built his roof well, and his chimney drew.
— L.M. Montgomery
Wind warns November’s done with. The blown leaves make bat-shapes, Web-winged and furious.
— Sylvia Plath, The Collected Poems
You will fall with me as a stone in the grave
— Pablo Neruda, 100 Love Sonnets
It's not the fall but the impact...
— Hiba Fatima Ahmad
Then that night there was an early frost, and by Sunday morning, autumn had truly arrived. The sky was a rich cloudless blue, the air still and dry, the maple trees glowing with glorious reds and oranges and yellows, and everywhere on Gardam Street squirrels bustled about with self-importance, burying their nuts in the most unlikely places.
— Jeanne Birdsall
I have never been one to fall when I can jump.
— Ally Carter [Writer]
I went down like a tray of dishes
— Blake Bailey, Cheever
In September countless sand and house-martins jazz above the river, taking insects from the surface, from the air, thousands of birds kissing the river farewell. They creak, a sound like the air rubbing against itself. Summer is everything they know; they're preparing themselves, sensing in the shortening days a door they must dash through before it shuts.
— Kathleen Jamie, Frissure: Prose Poems and Artworks
Now that it is obvious we are falling at a furious speed, we are now just anticipating how much area will be covered by the dust from impact, how many more will not see their fall coming.
— Fort Free
It was one of those perfect fall days when the air is cool enough to wake you up but the sun is also kissing your face.
— Anita Diamant, The Boston Girl
The last dying days of summer, fall coming on fast. A cold night, the first of the season, a change from the usual bland Maryland climate. Cold, thought the boy; his mind felt numb. The trees he could see through his bedroom window were tall charcoal sticks, shivering, afraid of the wind or only trying to stand against it. Every tree was alone out there. The animals were alone, each in its hole, in its thin fur, and anything that got hit on the road tonight would die alone. Before morning, he thought, its blood would freeze in the cracks of the asphalt.
— Poppy Z. Brite
Autumn was her happiest season. There was an expectancy about its sounds and shapes: the distant thunk pomp of leather and young bodies on the practice field near her house made her think of bands and cold Coca-Colas, parched peanuts and the sight of people's breath in the air. There was even something to look forward to when school started - renewals of old feuds and friendships, weeks of learning again what one half forgot in the long summer. Fall was hot-supper time with everything to eat one missed in the morning when too sleepy to enjoy it.
— Harper Lee, Go Set a Watchman
Waves don't think, plan and prepare to better their rise after every fall. They are pristine as they are.
— Pavitraa Parthasarathy
If people could fall apart, why couldn't they fall back together?
— Jessica Khoury, Vitro
The one who rises from the bottom is not frightened of lessening existence, and getting back up again.
— Darmie O-Lujon
Its easy to fall for someone that will find humor in every situation.
— Nicholas Sparks
And every year there is a brief, startling moment When we pause in the middle of a long walk home and Suddenly feel something invisible and weightless Touching our shoulders, sweeping down from the air: It is the autumn wind pressing against our bodies; It is the changing light of fall falling on us.
— Edward Hirsch, Wild Gratitude
When they turned off, it was still early in the pink and green fields. The fumes of morning, sweet and bitter, sprang up where they walked. The insects ticked softly, their strength in reserve; butterflies chopped the air, going to the east, and the birds flew carelessly and sang by fits.They went down again and soon the smell of the river spread over the woods, cool and secret. Every step they took among the great walls of vines and among the passion-flowers started up a little life, a little flight.'We’re walking along in the changing-time,' said Doc. 'Any day now the change will come. It’s going to turn from hot to cold, and we can kill the hog that’s ripe and have fresh meat to eat. Come one of these nights and we can wander down here and tree a nice possum. Old Jack Frost will be pinching things up. Old Mr. Winter will be standing in the door. Hickory tree there will be yellow. Sweet-gum red, hickory yellow, dogwood red, sycamore yellow.' He went along rapping the tree trunks with his knuckle. 'Magnolia and live-oak never die. Remember that. Persimmons will all get fit to eat, and the nuts will be dropping like rain all through the woods here. And run, little quail, run, for we’ll be after you too.'They went on and suddenly the woods opened upon light, and they had reached the river. Everyone stopped, but Doc talked on ahead as though nothing had happened. 'Only today,' he said, 'today, in October sun, it’s all gold—sky and tree and water. Everything just before it changes looks to be made of gold.'("The Wide Net")
— Eudora Welty, The Collected Stories
The leaves drifted silently to the ground in the crisp autumn air. I inhaled deeply, the smell of burning bonfires far, far away enchanting my nostrils.Autumn had come early this year and I was excited for the change in colors that had already begun to take over the trees of the forest that surrounded Grandmother’s house.
— Emma Rose Kraus, A Blue One
As if we'd fall for an obvious trap like that," said Happy. "We're not going to fall for an obvious trap like that, are we? Oh shit, we are. I want to go home.
— Simon R. Green, Ghost of a Chance
some people fall right through the hole in their lives. It's invisible, but they come to it after time, never knowing where.
— Louise Erdrich
the stronger the wall you surround your heart with, the harder you'll fall when love breaks and enters...
— Prachi Bhattacharya Subnani
Every fall happens in a slow fade.
— C.R.Walden
To avoid the fall often means living a less-than life.
— Emily P. Freeman, Grace for the Good Girl: Letting Go of the Try-Hard Life
He knew for a fact that it was possible to fall and just keep falling.
— Tom Perrotta, The Leftovers
It’s fall coming, I thought, I can smell that sour-molasses smell of silage, clanging the air like a bell – smell like somebody’s been burning oak leaves, left them to smolder overnight because they’re too green.
— Ken Kesey, One Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest
Autumn brings the falling of leaves and cool days.
— Lailah Gifty Akita
So now what?” I ask.She is quiet for a long time, long enough that I assume she’s gone to sleep.“I think this is just part of it,” she says. “Civilisations fall. People keep going.
— Daniel H. Wilson, Robogenesis
Now Autumn's fire burns slowly along the woods and day by day the dead leaves fall and melt.
— William Allingham, Day and night songs
A gust of wind rattles the window, and I look out. Leaves are whooshing all over the place, flying past horizontally as if they have engines of their own.
— Kate Messner, The Brilliant Fall of Gianna Z.
Do not be afraid to fall, be afraid to to land... For no one has ever died from falling they have died from landing instantaneously.
— Haileigh Horton
To wish bad things for someone else, is like looking for high blood pressure. Because strong people fall, but stand up again.
— Fasela Oosterwolde
Rise or fall, we will live on
— Hiba Fatima Ahmad
Give all of us gathered here tonight the strength to remember that life is so very fragile. We are all vulnerable, and we will all, at some point in our lives... fall. We will all fall. We must carry this in our hearts... that what we have is special. That it can be taken from us, and when it is taken from us, we will be tested. We will be tested to our very souls. We will now all be tested. It is these times, it is this pain, that allows us to look inside ourselves. We will all fall.
— Eric Taylor
Autumn is Nature's last party of the year. And dressing for the occasion, forests don their brightest attire, while the creatures follow suit with plush coats of fur. As the birds savor their final flights in the waning embers of light, Nature's children scamper about in search of manna for their winter pantries, pausing long enough to frolic in the heaps of newly fallen le
— Debra Welsh
What an abundant harvest has been collected in autumn! The earth has now fulfilled its design for this year, and is going to repose for a short time. Thus nature is continually employed during the greatest part of the year: even in her rest she is active: and in silence prepares a new creation.
— Christoph Christian Sturm, Reflections on the Works of God in Nature and Providence for Every Day in the Year
All-cheering Plenty, with her flowing horn,Led yellow Autumn, wreath'd with nodding 
— Robert Burns, Complete Poems and Songs of Robert Burns
Methinks I see the sunset light flooding the river valley, the western hills stretching to the horizon, overhung with trees gorgeous and glowing with the tints of autumn -- a mighty flower garden blossoming under the spell of the enchanter, frost.
— John Greenleaf Whittier, Tales and Sketches
A mouse can fall down a mine shaft a third of a mile deep without injury. A rat falling the same distance would break his bones; a man would simply splash ... Elephants have their legs thickened to an extent that seems disproportionate to us, but this is necessary if their unwieldy bulk is to be moved at all ... A 60-ft. man would weigh 1000 times as much as a normal man, but his thigh bone would have its area increased by only 100 times ... Consequently such an unfortunate monster would break his legs the moment he tried to
— John Scott Haldane
The mellow autumn came, and with it cameThe promised party, to enjoy its sweets.The corn is cut, the manor full of game;The pointer ranges, and the sportsman beatsIn russet jacket;—lynx-like is his aim;Full grows his bag, and wonderful his feats.Ah, nutbrown partridges! Ah, brilliant pheasants!And ah, ye poachers!—'Tis no sport for peasants.
— George Gordon Byron, Don Juan
It might be high summer all about but inside me everything is fall. The lonesomeness of a sad, slow closing of days, knowing frost is nigh and wind needling through the cabin chinks is just around the bend. That's me, right now.
— Guy Vanderhaeghe, The Last Crossing
I have the time and the heart to fall and feel in love, but I am scared that I cannot certainly tell the difference between a slut and a beloved anymore.
— M.F. Moonzajer, LOVE, HATRED AND MADNESS
Too Big To Fail is nothing compared to Too Holy To Fall.
— Toba Beta, Master of Stupidity
After the keen still days of September, the October sun filled the world with mellow warmth...The maple tree in front of the doorstep burned like a gigantic red torch. The oaks along the roadway glowed yellow and bronze. The fields stretched like a carpet of jewels, emerald and topaz and garnet. Everywhere she walked the color shouted and sang around her...In October any wonderful unexpected thing might be possible.
— Elizabeth George Speare, The Witch of Blackbird Pond
Anne reveled in the world of color about her."Oh, Marilla," she exclaimed one Saturday morning, coming dancing in with her arms full of gorgeous boughs, "I'm so glad I live in a world where there are Octobers. It would be terrible if we just skipped from September to November, wouldn't it? Look at these maple branches. Don't they give you a thrill--several thrills?
— L.M. Montgomery, Anne of Green Gables
November is usually such a disagreeable month...as if the year had suddenly found out that she was growing old and could do nothing but weep and fret over it. This year is growing old gracefully...just like a stately old lady who knows she can be charming even with gray hair and wrinkles. We've had lovely days and delicious twilights.
— L.M. Montgomery, Anne of Avonlea
The heat of autumn is different from the heat of summer. One ripens apples, the other turns them to c
— Jane Hirshfield
I guess I'm just feeling Septemberish," sighed Chester. "It's getting towards autumn now. And it's so pretty up in Connecticut. All the trees change color. The days get very clear―with a little smoke on the horizon from burning leaves. Pumpkins begin to come out.
— George Selden, The Cricket in Times Square
Autumn has come to northeast Montana. The vapor of one’s breath, the clarity of the stars, the smell of wood smoke, the stones underfoot that even a full day of sunlight won’t warm- these all say there will be no more days that can be mistaken for summer.
— Larry Watson, Let Him Go
It was still late summer elsewhere, but here, high in Appalachia, fall was coming; for the last three mornings, she'd been able to see her breath. The woods, which started twenty feet back from her backdoor like a solid wall, showed only hints of the impending autumn. A few leaves near the treetops had turned, but most were full and green. Visible in the distance, the Widow's Tree towered above the forest. Its leaves were the most stubborn, tenaciously holding on sometimes until spring if the winter was mild. It was a transitional period, when the world changed its cycle and opened a window during which people might also change, if they had the inclination.
— Alex Bledsoe, Wisp of a Thing
Fall, leaves, fall; die, flowers, away;Lengthen night and shorten day;Every leaf speaks bliss to meFluttering from the autumn tree.I shall smile when wreaths of snowBlossom where the rose should grow;I shall sing when night’s decayUshers in a drearier day.
— Emily Brontë, Bronte: Poems
Autumn arrived and life was in danger of becoming boring again.
— Deborah Curtis, Touching from a Distance: Ian Curtis and Joy Division
The air was fresh and crisp and had a distinct smell which was a mixture of the dried leaves on the ground and the smoke from the chimneys and the sweet ripe apples that were still clinging onto the branches in the orchard behind the house.
— Arlene Stafford-Wilson, Recipes and Recollections: Treats and Tales from Our Mother's Kitchen
We need only to close our eyes and we are back on the Third Line, walking up the lane, through the yard and entering the bright, warm kitchen. We are home again.
— Arlene Stafford-Wilson, Lanark County Calendar
It was comforting to know I had fallen and could fall no farther.
— Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar
Autumn flings her fiery cloak over the sumac, beech and oak.
— Susan Lendroth, Ocean Wide, Ocean Deep
Thank you leaf blowers, for making me look like the world's lamest Ghostbuster. I ain't afraid of no leaves.
— Jimmy Fallon, Thank You Notes
...the air has that bracing autumnal bite so that all you want to do is bob for apples or hang a witch or something.
— Sarah Vowell, Unfamiliar Fishes
Steam rising underneath a canopy of whispering, changing aspens; starlight in the clear, dark night, and wondrous beauty in every direction. If only all could feel this way, to be so captured and enthralled with autumn.
— Donna Lynn Hope
Things fall apart. But things don't just fall apart. People break them.
— Robin Wasserman, The Book of Blood and Shadow
Enchantment and fulfillment were on the gold and garnet horizon - autumn's breath, a dormant dream reawakened, a yearning nearly satiated, a tender thank you with a brush of the lips, and a connection as fingers touch and go hand in hand.
— Donna Lynn Hope
If you fall, I'll be the there
— Floor
It is not important what happens where; Where we fall or rise, What we conquer or lose, How big or small we are.
— Dejan Stojanovic
It was probably my mother's screaming that frightened the cat. It's just a guess. No one knows for sure why a cat fell from a ten-storey building onto my head.
— J.E. Fison, Tiger Terror
In every fall, clever man discovers the secrets of further rising!
— Mehmet Murat ildan
I guess that’s the thing about riding on cloud nine—it can’t last forever. And that particular fall was hard and fast.
— Hannah Harrington, Speechless
I suppose you think you know what autumn looks like. Even if you live in the Los Angeles dreamed of by September’s schoolmates, you have surely seen postcards and photographs of the kind of autumn I mean. The trees go all red and blazing orange and gold, and wood fires burn at night so everything smells of crisp branches. The world rolls about delightedly in a heap of cider and candy and apples and pumpkins and cold stars rush by through wispy, ragged clouds, past a moon like a bony knee. You have, no doubt, experienced a Halloween or two.	Autumn in Fairyland is all that, of course. You would never feel cheated by the colors of a Fairyland Forest or the morbidity of a Fairyland moon. And the Halloween masks! Oh, how they glitter, how they curl, how their beaks and jaws hook and barb! But to wander through autumn in Fairyland is to look into a murky pool, seeing only a hazy reflection of the Autumn Provinces’ eternal fall. And human autumn is but a cast-off photograph of that reflecting pool, half burnt and drifting through the space between us and Fairyland.	And so I may tell you that the leaves began to turn red as September and her friends rushed through the suddenly cold air on their snorting, roaring high wheels, and you might believe me. But no red you have ever seen could touch the crimson bleed of the trees in that place. No oak gnarled and orange with October is half as bright as the boughs that bent over September’s head, dropping their hard, sweet acorns into her spinning spokes. But you must try as hard as you can. Squeeze your eyes closed, as tight as you can, and think of all your favorite autumns, crisp and perfect, all bound up together like a stack of cards. That is what it is like, the awful, wonderful brightness of Fairy colors. Try to smell the hard, pale wood sending up sharp, green smoke into the afternoon. To feel to mellow, golden sun on your skin, more gentle and cozier and more golden than even the light of your favorite reading nook at the close of the day.
— Catherynne M. Valente, The Girl Who Circumnavigated Fairyland in a Ship of Her Own Making
Outside, with Labor Day having come and gone, summer is fighting a dying battle against the fall air. The leaves are hanging perilously on the trees, knowing full well they're going to make the plunge, clinging on as if they stand a chance not to. The garbage smell that has wafted around us for the better part of August is dissipating, ushered out with the humidity, and in its place a briskness is filtering in, like something you'd smell from a bottle of Tide.
— Allison Winn Scotch
Of course, fall isn't just about preparing for winter. It's also about sitting on the patio in a worn wool sweater and warming your hands over the swirl of steam rising from a coffee cup. It's about walking across a darkened yard and seeing a flight of geese cross the face of a full moon. It's about settling in, relishing sights and sensations of a world slowing down.
— Brent Olson
Black as night, sweet as sin.
— Neil Gaiman, Anansi Boys
Do real boys actually call girls baby? I don't have enough experience to know. I do know that if a guy ever called me baby, I'd probably laugh in his face. Or choke him.
— Katja Millay, The Sea of Tranquility
I liked that he was a tenured professor in the Department of Slightly Crooked Smiles with a dual appointments in the Department of Having a Voice that Made My Skin Feel More Like Skin.
— John Green, The Fault in Our Stars
Boys are unpredictable. This maybe not be news, but I'm starting to think it's one of the best things about them.
— Kate Brian, Megan Meade's Guide to the McGowan Boys
I didn't answer, but, please—nothing is obvious with boys. For such simple creatures, they are quite baffling.
— Rick Riordan, The Throne of Fire
Do you like him much?'I told you I liked him a little. Where is the use of caring for him so very much: he is full of faults.'Is he?'All boys are.
— Charlotte Brontë, Villette
There’s nothing more dangerous than a boy with charm.
— Christina Aguilera, Christina Aguilera: "Back to Basics"
First of all, it was October, a rare month for boys.
— Ray Bradbury, Something Wicked This Way Comes
Did you read the part that says, 'Your hair is like a flock of goats'? How romantic is that? Or that other line, 'Your neck is like the tower of David.' Oh, now, that sounds real attractive! If some guy tried those lines on me, I'm sure I'd fall instantly in love with him.
— Robin Jones Gunn, As You Wish
All I know is, he found out you left and he locked himself in the shed and barricaded the door. No one's seen him since," Doug said. "When I bolted, Sean and Evan were trying to boost Caleb up onto the roof so he could look through the skylight and make sure the kid wasn't dead or something.
— Kate Brian, Megan Meade's Guide to the McGowan Boys
Thanks to Scoop, I've learned a lot about how the male mind works, and as a result I've been having nightmares for months.
— Yvonne Collins, Girl v. Boy
You know, you hear about these movements for women, and for children, and for people who are any race but white, and you think that it's about time that men got a movement. Think about it. Guys can't play the piano, or dance, or sing. We can't cry, or be too happy, or show any emotion for that matter. The only thing we have left to us is anger, and even that we have to bottle up. Boys should be able to express what they feel and not have to endure people laughing at them, forcing them to wonder if they're gay or not, just because they like to paint.
— Alex   Sanchez
Is there some kind of rule for when Sam should be a boy and when he's a Wolf?""A Wolf lifts his leg and yellows up the snow. A boy has to use the toilet.""And that will work?""Only if he needs to pee.
— Anne Bishop, Written in Red
...freedom being the sauce best beloved by the boyish soul.
— Louisa May Alcott, Little Women
It's a myth that boys don't like to gossip.
— Katie Cotugno, How to Love
Boys are stupid, throw rocks at them.
— SIERRA
I need a boy who thinks with his big head, not his little one. Since they do not exist, I have fashioned my own.
— Jennifer Donnelly, Revolution
I would not trade any of these features for anybody else’s. I wouldn’t trade the small thin-lipped mouth that makes me resemble my nephew. I wouldn’t even trade the acne scar on my right cheek, because that recurring zit spent more time with me in college than any boy ever did.
— Tina Fey, Bossypants
Who knows, he may grow up to be President someday, unless they hang him first!"  Aunt Polly about Tom Sawyer
— Mark Twain, The Adventures of Tom Sawyer
Give a boy - ANY boy - enough time, and he WILL eventually pick his nose!
— Lincoln Peirce, Big Nate: From the Top
Evan stopped completely. He was staring at her with those intense eyes. Staring right into her. Just like he had in those couple of moments when she had thought for a split second, that he wanted to kiss her.
— Kate Brian, Megan Meade's Guide to the McGowan Boys
But Aunt Margaret doesn't like boys," objected Elnora."Well, she likes me, and I used to be a boy. ...
— Gene Stratton-Porter, A Girl of the Limberlost
Genius or jock, it didn't seem to matter. Boys were born with a gene that kept girls, no matter how smart they might be, from understanding them.
— Charity Tahmaseb, The Geek Girl's Guide to Cheerleading
Many boys, probably most boys, have a first love before they fall in love with a woman. It begins the moment two boys realize they'd die for one another, that each cares more for the other than he does for himself, and it lasts usually until a second love comes on the scene, because most hearts aren't big enough to love more than one person like that.
— Mohsin Hamid, Moth Smoke
Boys like it when you talk to them as if they were grown men—at least he always did when he was a kid—because they pretend that’s what they are anyhow, grown-up men, and they do it for their entire lives.
— Russell Banks, Lost Memory of Skin
Guys who know how to use a blowdryer... Their hair is too long!
— Mallory hopkins
His [Luke]letter went something like this: "Dear Mr President, Thank you for introducing me to the Hall of Famers and for showing me the Oval Office. I think if I work really hard I will have a chance for both."The next time I saw the president I told him about my son's ambitious plans. His response was beautiful: "Never get between a boy and his dreams
— Tim Russert
A thing of beauty is a boy forever.
— Carl Van Vechten, The Blind Bow Boy
All her life she'd had little interest in the workings of boys' minds, which she imagined only as a set of flimsy pinwheels turning in the direction of obvious things.
— Omar El Akkad, American War
Broken boys are dangerous, but broken men are lovely.
— Dominic Riccitello
In the whole history of my letters, of my liking boys, not once has a boy liked me back at the same time as I liked him. It was always me alone, longing after a boy, and that was fine, that was safe
— Jenny Han, P.S. I Still Love You
One had to be careful with elbows and boys
— Laurie Halse Anderson, Fever 1793
I don’t like boys.”I shook my head. “That’s no impediment to them. Madame raised gentlemen of both sexes.
— Ada Palmer, Too Like the Lightning
She wondered if all boys were like this, their meanness a self defense.
— Omar El Akkad, American War
Boys are always inarticulate where their deepest feelings are concerned
—  however much they may desire it they cannot express kind and sympathetic feelings.
I don't understand boys.
— Ally Carter, See How They Run
When is there a boy, even in these materialistic times, to whom the call of the wild and the open road does not appeal? Maybe it is the primitive instinct, anyway it is there. With that key a great door may be unlocked, if it is only to admit fresh air and sunshine into lives that were otherwise grey.The heroes of the wild, the frontiersmen and explorers, the rovers of the seas, the airmen of the clouds, are pied pipers to the boys. Where they lead the boys will follow and these will dance to their tune when it sings the song of manliness and pluck, of adventure and high endeavors of efficiency and skill, of cheerful sacrifice of self for others. There's meat in this for the boy. There's soul in it.
— Baden-Powell Robert Baden-Powell
Do not go looking for boys in the dark They will say pretty things then leave you with scars. Do go looking for boys in the park For that is where the true gentlemen are.
— Anna Godbersen, The Luxe
Boys torment each other when there’s nothing else to do and no Frenchmen to fight.
— Christian Cameron, The Ill-Made Knight
Just two people in love.
— Christopher Barzak, Wonders of the Invisible World
Everything about us was entirely normal, really. We were as ordinary as anything we might come across in this world.
— Christopher Barzak, Wonders of the Invisible World
The thought of Peter and John Ambrose McClaren in the same space together again is discomforting. Where would I even look?
— Jenny Han, P.S. I Still Love You
I was not the equal of my cousins in athletic ability or good looks, but I'd like to think God evened the score by granting me a modicum of common sense, which sometimes seems to be sadly missing in most descendants of Walter Kaminski, who have shown a tendency to live for the moment and think with their peckers.
— Robin Yocum, Brilliant Death
He told me once that he didn't fear conscription as much as everyone else because the dozen bloodthirsty girls he was leaving behind were far more dangerous.
— Victoria Aveyard, Red Queen
There are boys who will make you cry, and then there are boys who are worth spending your fabulous energy on.
— Clifford Riley, Crushed
He's holding my hand! A boy is holding my hand! This is happening! I should let go. I should blush and act shy. Like a girl from the movies. But that's not what I do. I hold on.
— G. Willow Wilson, Ms. Marvel, Vol. 3: Crushed
He hadn’t said a word to me until we had been roommates for eight months. And even then it had only been, “You’re wearing my socks.
— Melody J. Bremen, Room 42
Only a very careless father would be inclined to tell you what I'm going to tell you. I suppose I'm about to act like the disreputable uncle who everyone fears to leave the boys with because he encourages them to drink distilled spirits, stay up late, and do more than merely kiss girls." "Uh... what?" Mags replied, utterly bewildered now."I am going," Jakyr said, leaning toward Mags, his eyes dancing with laughter, "to tell you how to please a woman."Max thought for a moment his face that caught fire, because surely it couldn't burn like that without some outside help.
— Mercedes Lackey, Bastion
Of all the emotional relationships in life, is there any more delicate, more noble, and more intense than a boy's deep and yet so totally bashful love for another boy? The kind of love that never speaks, never dares give way to a caress, a glance, or a word, the kind of vigilant love that bitterly grieves over every shortcoming or imperfection in the one who is loved, a love which is longing and admiration and negation of self, and which is pride and humility and calmly breathing happiness.
— Jens Peter Jacobsen, Niels Lyhne
Everything man sees he takes for a toy. 'Thus is he always, forever a boy.
— Jessie Burton, The Miniaturist
I was told very sternly at the hospital to avoid boys at all costs. Mess up your levels.""Oh, they do that!" Amy laughs. "Probably best to leave them alone for a while. The secret, though, is to start with one you're not that bothered about."What is the point in that?
— Teri Terry, Slated
UGH. Boys. They're like French class--no matter how much I study, I'll never be fluent in the language.
— Jen Calonita, On Location
All these boys were lethal. It really wasn't fair.
— Stacey Marie Brown, Darkness of Light
What is it with boys? How do they slide into fucked-upness so quickly, with such natural ease?
— Aleksandar Hemon, The Making of Zombie Wars
There is a differenece between a bad boy and a boy that's bad for you.
— Dannika Dark, Six Months
Indeed, he seemed utterly unaware of his effect on the boys around him.
— Madeline Miller, The Song of Achilles
- Boys my age are boring. They have nothing to say and half of them seem like complete idiots.I was going to say that they didn't improve with age but didn't want to spoil her illusions.
— Carlos Ruiz Zafón
Boys. Drau or mortal, they were all the same.
— Melissa de la Cruz, Stolen
High time he had another tutor,' said Larry. 'You leave the house for five minutes and come back and find him disembowelling Moby Dick on the front porch.' 'I'm sure he didn't mean any harm,' said Mother, ' but it was rather silly for him to do it on the veranda.
— Gerald Durrell
Every time Nyx thought she’d gotten out of the business of killing boys, she shot another one.
— Kameron Hurley, Rapture
Metaphors are something grown-ups use when they can't set troublesome boys on fire.
— Elizabeth Camden, Beyond All Dreams
I had never been interested in boys and had no notion that I ever would, seeing being in love and loving as a great tangle in which you could lose your head as well as your heart. Yet standing there that afternoon looking at the young man. I could well see how such knots in life were made.
— Sally Gardner
Dill was in hearty agreement with this plan of action. Dill was becoming something of a trail anyways, following Jem about... He only grew closer to Jem. (Lee 55)
— Harper Lee
If Levi were a dog, he'd be a golden retriever. If he were a game, he'd be a Ping-Pong, incessant and bouncing and light.
— Rainbow Rowell, Fangirl
Why are all pretty boys insane?
— Justina Ireland, Promise of Shadows
We don't have the luxury of thinking ... Some people make all the decisions for us
— John Boyne, The Boy in the Striped Pajamas
If you ignore the mountain, doesn't mean mountain will ignore you too..
— Tanveer Mazhar
The destructive effects of video games are not on boys' cognitive abilities or their reaction times, but on their motivation and their connectedness with the real world.
— Leonard Sax, Boys Adrift: The Five Factors Driving the Growing Epidemic of Unmotivated Boys and Underachieving Young Men
I am a guy," I say."And I hate boys," she says."But a guy's different," I say."Maybe a little," she says.
— Ned Vizzini, It's Kind of a Funny Story
I have had my share with boys,longings are for men heron.
— Pushpa Ranana
I glanced over, he was still looking at me. ''Uh... do you need something?''''No.''''Oh, okay.''''It's just...'' he leaned in, ''...you have an onion ring taped to your back.''''...Excuse me?''''There is a ring of onion applied to you back with an adhesive strip.''I searched his eyes, he seemed amused, but sincere.My hand flew to my back with a look of horror and there it was, with ketchup and everything.
— Maddie Hample
It's not macho to read? Nonsense. Reading is a stouthearted activity, disporting courage, keenness, stick-to-itness. It is also, in my experience, one of the most thrilling and enduring delights of life, equal to a home run, a slamdunk, or breaking the four-minute mile.
— Irving Stone
She could think of no other reason for this boy to continue to visit her if not to use her in some way.
— Morgan Rhodes, Rebel Spring
There is something inside all boys that drives us to go away again and again and again.
— Andrew  Smith, Grasshopper Jungle
But I didn't. I didn't say anything, if only because I had no idea how to respond to such an overture. If my experience with friends was sparse, what I knew about boys- other than a competitors for grades or class rank- was nonexistent
— Sarah Dessen, Along for the Ride
We believed optimistically that Laurie was a reformed character. I told my husband, on the last day of Laurie's confinement, that actually one good scare like that could probably mark a child for life, and my husband pointed out that kids frequently have an instinctive desire to follow the good example rather than the bad, once they find out which is which. We agreed that a good moral background and thorough grounding in the Hardy Boys would always tell in the long run.("Arch-Criminal")
— Shirley Jackson, Just an Ordinary Day: The Uncollected Stories
It was not very long afterwards that Michael woke up one morning with a curious feeling inside him. He knew, the moment he opened his eyes, that something was wrong but he was not quite sure what it was. "What is today, Mary Poppins?" He enquired, pushing the bedclothes away from him. "Tuesday," said Mary Poppins. "Go and turn on your bath. Hurry!" she said, as he made no effort to move. He turned over and pulled the bedclothes up over his head and the curious feeling increased.  "What did I say?" said Mary Poppins in that cold, clear voice that was always a Warning. Michael knew now what was happening to him. He knew he was going to be naughty.
— P.L. Travers, The Rise of the Mafia : the definitive story of organized crime
Boys are found everywhere- on top of, underneath, inside of, climbing on, swinging from, running around or jumping to. Mothers love them, little girls hate them, older sisters and brothers tolerated them, adults ignore them and Heaven protects them. A boy is Truth with dirt on its face, Beauty with a cut on its finger, Wisdom with bubble gum in its hair and the Hope of the future with a frog in its pocket. A boy is a magical creature- you can lock out of your workshop, but you can't lock him out of your heart. You can get him out of your study, but you can't get him out of your mind. Might as well give up- he is your captor, your jailor, your boss and your master- a freckled-faced, pint-sized, cat-chasing bundle of noise. But when you come home at night with only the shattered pieces of your hopes and dreams, he can mend them like new with two magic words- 'Hi, Dad!
— Alan Beck
Most boys have seasons of wishing they could die gloriously instead of just being grocery clerks and going on with their humdrum lives.
— Sherwood Anderson, Short Shorts
He’s beautiful and broody
—  what’s not to like?
Apparently if you want to get a boy to like you, you go sort of mysterious and icy and cool. That’s what my cousin said and she has loads of boyfriends and snogging-type experiences.
— Louise Rennison, A Midsummer Tights Dream
He finds himself bored by the shenanigans of highly spirited young men. Their concerns reside somewhere between balder and dash.
— Sara Sheridan, Secret of the Sands
Don’t ever worry what the boys who don’t appreciate originality think of you. They’re fools.
— Cat Winters, In the Shadow of Blackbirds
The best boyfriends are the ones in books.
— Leah Blundell
Sometimes I wish I was a guy. Life’s so much easier for them.
— Cath Crowley, A Little Wanting Song
A nonhot boy stares at you and it is, at best, awkward and, at worst, a form of assault. But a hot boy...well.
— John Green, The Fault in Our Stars
What George was thinking was that the late king Herod had been unjustly blamed for a policy which had been both statesmanlike and in the interests of the public. He was blaming the mawkish sentimentality of the modern legal system which ranks the evisceration and secret burial of small boys as a crime.
— P.G. Wodehouse, A Damsel in Distress
Boys. Nine times out of ten, they're wrong and the tenth time they made a lucky guess.
— Kirn Hans, Behind My Mask
I wonder what it would be like to be with a boy who blushes when he looks at my skin.
— Kiersten White
He tip-toed past the double bed that had been placed in a corner - wrought-iron headboard, embroidered pillows, amulets against the evil-eye and a satiny, cobalt-blue bedspread. Blue was Iskender's favourite colour. It was the colour for boys, which meant the sky was a boy. So were the rivers and lakes. And the oceans, though he had yet to see one.
— Elif Shafak
Well, first you have to be very, very funny. I have realized that it is essential for a boy to be funny. Otherwise, what is the point in a boy?
— Jaclyn Moriarty, The Year of Secret Assignments
No, but I mean do you like him? You know, in the carnal sense."I rolled my eyes. "You've clearly been spending too much time with Dex.
— Rachel Hawkins, School Spirits
I'm not some character from a boys' manga." ~Yukio
— Kazue Kato, Blue Exorcist, Vol. 9
Finally, I asked how you got a boy to like you back. She said, 'Just be yourself,' as though I had any idea who that might be.
— Melissa Bank, The Girls' Guide to Hunting and Fishing
These boys talk more than a pack ofwomen.
— Kristen Ashley, Rock Chick Revenge
What a surprise. That boy doesn't have the sense God gave a cactus.
— Kathleen Peacock, Hemlock
I thought guys were complicated. Maybe they are. But maybe they're easy and it's really me who's complicated.
— Robin Brande, Fat Cat
She dressed in bohemian clothes, penned novels, panted, and yearned to roam forgotten corners of the world. She was habitually defiant and fearless, and when she felt controlled, as she often did, she could be irresistibly willfull. Mostly, she was bored silly by the vanilla sort boys who trailed her around, and by the stodgy set in Miami Beach.
— Laura Hillenbrand, Unbroken: A World War II Story of Survival, Resilience, and Redemption
lying in bed with Johnny Depp sussing out which males are what kind of pet from their clothes.
— Diane Messidoro, How to Keep a Boy as a Pet
So weird,” Decker mumbled. “I thought she walked through walls.”“I guess she doesn't have to. This is how she kept getting my porno stash last summer,”Beckgrumbled. “I had it behind lock and key.”“Our porno stash. I told you to give it to Grandpa Louis. She leaves him alone.
— Lizzy Ford
Wasn't that awesome?" Seth asked.Warren cocked his head, his expression mildly embarrassed. "I'm sorry, Kendra--it was pretty cool.""All boys belong in insane asylums," Kendra said.
— Brandon Mull, Grip of the Shadow Plague
Every guy seems nice until he’s not.
— Claire LaZebnik
The reason girls can't find a good guy is because they look in the wrong places. Go to a library. Guys at a party are just looking for the next girl to fuck.
— Brandon Hall
AHA!" interrupted Officer Shrift, making another note in his little book. "Just as I thought: boys are the cause of everything.
— Norton Juster, The Phantom Tollbooth
Good, stupid high school boys aren't worth It" She throws an arm over my shoulder. "They're trained to like a certain type of girl, with highlights and pretty nails- the kind who are good at remembering to put on lotion every morning after they shower." She smiles like she's got a dirty secret. "And let's face it..... sluts.
— Siobhan Vivian, Same Difference
Boys do not long for fathers who will usher them through the gauntlet of psychological disconnect. They long for fathers who have themselves survived intact. Boys do not ache for their father's masculinity. They ache for their fathers' hearts.
— T. Real
I keep myself busy with things to do, but every-time i pause, i still think f you.
— Courtt
I’m doing boy detox. Like a diet, only for my emotional health.
— Becca Fitzpatrick, Silence
My cousin Georgia says that boys are like gazelles. She says the get alarmed when they get close to girls. And they have to leap off into the woods like gazelles in trousers. Or have I just made that up?
— Louise Rennison, A Midsummer Tights Dream
Boys are marvellous creatures. Perhaps they will sink below the brutes
—  perhaps they will attain to a woman’s tenderness.
Boys are like minced meat, half nut, half pig
— Pernilla Paaso
We may not pay Satan reverence, for that would be indiscreet, but we can at least respect his talents.
— Mark Twain
Satan prowls but he’s a lion on a leash
— Ann Voskamp, One Thousand Gifts: A Dare to Live Fully Right Where You Are
When you is precious to God, you become important to Satan.
— Ron Hall, Same Kind of Different as Me
Why is Santa an anagram for Satan? I mean, besides the fact that both have the same amounts of the same letters. Just consider the many other similarities between the two figures: both of them are red, both of them like to laugh, both of them give presents to children and both of them are kings of an ungodly underworld of unspeakable horror and suffering. Coincidence? I THINK NOT.
— Sam Logan
Electricity for example was considered a very Satanic thing when it was first discovered and utilized.
— Zeena Schreck
What saddens me most is that some poor woman out there has to be Garth's wife. And his three children -- oh, his poor three children. What a despicable human being this guy is.
— Benjamin Harrison
Thou art my father, thou my author, thou my being gav'st me; whom should I obey but thee, whom follow?
— John Milton, Paradise Lost
I cling unto the burning Æthyr like Lucifer that fell through the Abyss, and by the fury of his flight kindled the air. And I am Belial, for having seen the Rose upon thy breast, I have denied God.And I am Satan! I am Satan! I am cast out upon a burning crag! And the sea boils about the desolation thereof. And already the vultures gather, and feast upon my flesh.
— Aleister Crowley, The Vision and the Voice: With Commentary and Other Papers
So sweet is this song that no one could resist it. For in it is all the passionate ache for the moonlight, and the great hunger of the sea, and the terror of desolate places,—all things that lure men to the unattainable.Omari tessala marax,tessala dodi phornepaxamri radara poliaxarmana piliuamri radara piliu son;mari narya barbitonmadara anaphax sarpedonandala hriliuTranslation:I am the harlot that shaketh Death.This shaking giveth the Peace of Satiate Lust.Immortality jetteth from my skull,And music from my vulva.Immortality jetteth from my vulva also,For my Whoredom is a sweet scent like a seven-stringed instrument,Played unto God the Invisible, the all-ruler,That goeth along giving the shrill scream of orgasm.Every man that hath seen me forgetteth me never, and I appear oftentimes in the coals of the fire, and upon the smooth white skin of woman, and in the constancy of the waterfall, and in the emptiness of deserts and marshes, and upon great cliffs that look seaward; and in many strange places, where men seek me not. And many thousand times he beholdeth me not. And at last I smite myself into him as a vision smiteth into a stone, and whom I call must follow.
— Aleister Crowley, The Vision and the Voice: With Commentary and Other Papers
Now there is naught but a vast black triangle having the apex downwards, and in the centre of the black triangle is the face of Typhon, the Lord of the Tempest, and he crieth aloud: Despair! Despair! For thou mayest deceive the Virgin, and thou mayest cajole the Mother; but what wilt thou say unto the ancient Whore that is throned in Eternity? For if she will not, there is neither force nor cunning, nor any wit, that may prevail upon her.Thou canst not woo her with love, for she is love. And she hath all, and hath no need of thee. And thou canst not woo her with gold, for all the Kings and captains of the earth, and all the gods of heaven, have showered their gold upon her. Thus hath she all, and hath no need of thee. And thou canst not woo her with knowledge, for knowledge is the thing that she hath spurned. She hath it all, and hath no need of thee. And thou canst not woo her with wit, for her Lord is Wit. She hath it all, and hath no need of thee. Despair! Despair!Nor canst thou cling to her knees and ask for pity; nor canst thou cling to her heart and ask for love; nor canst thou put thine arms about her neck, and ask for understanding; for thou hast all these, and they avail thee not. Despair! Despair! Then I took the Flaming Sword, and I let it loose against Typhon, so that his head was cloven asunder, and the black triangle dissolved in lightnings.
— Aleister Crowley, The Vision and the Voice: With Commentary and Other Papers