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Welcome November quotes

1. The widower reviewed his past in a sunless light which was intensified by the greyness of the November twilight, whilst the bells subtly impregnated the surrounding atmosphere with the melody of sounds that faded like the ashes of dead years.

― Georges Rodenbach, Bruges-La-Morte

2. A morning arrives in November, a leafless, birdless, coming of winter morning, when she cannot rouse herself to exclaim: ‘Oh my, it’s fruitcake weather!’ And when that happens, I know it. A message saying so merely confirms a piece of news some secret vein had already received, severing from me an irreplaceable part of myself, letting it loose like a kite on a broken string.

3. The month of November makes me feel that life is passing more quickly. In an effort to slow it down, I try to fill the hours more meaningfully.

– Henry Rollins

4. November is usually such a disagreeable month as if the year had suddenly found out she was growing old and could do nothing but weep and fret over it.

– Anne Shirley

5. Not yesterday I learned to know / The love of bare November days / Before the coming of the snow, / But it were vain to tell her so, / And they are better for her praise    

– Robert Frost

6. In November you begin to know how long the winter will be.

– Martha Gellhorn

7. 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.

– Henry David Thoreau

8. The November evening had a bite; it nibbled not-quite-gently at her cheeks and ears. In Virginia, the late autumn was a lover, still, but a dangerous one.

– J. Aleksandr Wootton

9. Spring is brown; summer, green; autumn, yellow; winter, white; November, gray.  

–  Henry David Thoreau

10. Eating a meal in Japan is said to be a communion with nature. This particularly holds true for both tea and restaurant kaiseki, where foods at their peak of freshness reflect the seasonal spirit of that month. The seasonal spirit for November, for example, is “Beginning Anew,” because according to the old Japanese lunar calendar, November marks the start of the new tea year. The spring tea leaves that had been placed in sealed jars to mature are ready to grind into tea. The foods used for a tea kaiseki should carry out this seasonal theme and be available locally, not flown in from some exotic locale.

11. November… leads the months their wintry round.

– Anne Hunter

12. Thicker than rain-drops on November thorn.    

– Samuel Taylor Coleridge

13. November; Crows are approaching – Wounded leaves fall to the ground.

– Kristian Goldmund

14. There you go; seems to me you’re right!

– George Noory

15. November wind has a sound different from any other. It is easy to imagine the cave of the winds in some mythical Northland where the winds are born and the gods send them out to conquer the quiet air.

– Gladys Taber

16. November always seemed to me the Norway of the year.

– Emily Dickinson

17. Next morning I had to get outside, and so began a period of long walks in the park. Early November continued bright, with the last sun of the year shining low and coppery over the woods. Striding through heaps of rusty autumn leaves, I ached to see beauty dying all around me. I felt completely alone in that rambling wilderness, save for the crows cawing in their rookeries and the wrens bobbing from hedge to hedge. I began to make studies in my book of the delicate lines of drying grasses and frilled seed pods. I looked for some lesson on how best to live from Nature, that every year died and was renewed, but none appeared.

– Martine Bailey

18. Now in November nearer comes the sun down the abandoned heaven.

– D. H. Lawrence

19. The unwelcome November rain had perversely stolen the day’s last hour and pawned it with that ancient fence, the night.

– F. Scott Fitzgerald

20. New month, new day, new date, new chapter, new page, new wishes! Welcome November.

21. One cold November, I resolved to kill the staircase spawn…

– Arthur K. Flam

22. Autumn I love thy latter end to view / In cold Novembers days so bleak and bare / When like life’s dwindld thread worn nearly thro / Wi lingering pottering pace and head bleach’d bare / Thou like an old man bids the world adieu.    

– John Clare

23. The better and more realistic test would therefore seem to be: In what cause, or on what principle, would you risk your life?

– Christopher Hitchens

24. November is the most disagreeable month in the whole year.

25. Will you forgive me these November days?

– Anna Akhmatova

26. The legend lives on from the Chippewa on down / Of the big lake they called Gitche Gumee / The lake, it is said, never gives up her dead / When the skies of November turn gloomy / With a load of iron ore twenty-six thousand tons more / Than the Edmund Fitzgerald weighed empty / That good ship and true was a bone to be chewed / When the gales of November came early    

– Gordon Lightfoot

27. Autumn is marching on: even the scarecrows are wearing dead leaves.

– Otsuyu Nakagawa

28. Autumn! The greatest show of all times!

– Mehmet Murat ildan

29. November comes And November goes, With the last red berries And the first white snows.  With night coming early, And dawn coming late, And ice in the bucket And frost by the gate.  The fires burn And the kettles sing, And earth sinks to rest Until next spring.

– Clyde Watson

30. Every November of my boyhood, we put on red poppies and attended highly patriotic services in remembrance of those who had ‘given’ their lives. But on what assurance did we know that these gifts had really been made? Only the survivors—the living—could attest to it. In order to know that a person had truly laid down his life for his friends, or comrades, one would have to hear it from his own lips, or at least have heard it promised in advance. And that presented another difficulty. Many brave and now dead soldiers had nonetheless been conscripts. The known martyrs—those who actually, voluntarily sought death and rejoiced in the fact—had been the kamikaze pilots, immolating themselves to propitiate a ‘divine’ emperor who looked (as Orwell once phrased it) like a monkey on a stick. Their Christian predecessors had endured torture and death (as well as inflicted it) in order to set up a theocracy. Their modern equivalents would be the suicide murderers, who mostly have the same aim in mind. About people who set out to lose their lives, then, there seems to hang an air of fanaticism: a gigantic sense of self-importance unattractively fused with a masochistic tendency to self-abnegation. Not wholesome.

31. Every year, in November, at the season that follows the hour of the dead, the crowning and majestic hours of autumn, I go to visit the chrysanthemums … They are indeed, the most universal, the most diverse of flowers.    

– Maeterlinck

32. The raw afternoon is rawest, and the dense fog is densest, and the muddy streets are muddiest near that leaden-headed old obstruction, appropriate ornament for the threshold of a leaden-headed old corporation, Temple Bar. And hard by Temple Bar, in Lincoln’s Inn Hall, at the very heart of the fog, sits the Lord High Chancellor in his High Court of Chancery.

– Charles Dickens

Happy November Quotes

33. I held him and he held me, and we were still holding each other when he spotted a skein of geese flying overhead. Look! he said. I did not release my hold.  November, I said.  Yes. Not winter, not fall. I’ve always liked November in Corot country. ― ,

– André Aciman

34. Even when November’s sun is low and Winter flaps his fleecy wings, Thy gold among his silvery snow a solace in the sadness brings.    

– James Rigg

35. Spanish rain, A maiden’s dress, Apothecary pills And ancient thrills; Melancholy kills A girl’s caress.

– Roman Payne

36. Some of the days in November carry the whole memory of summer as a fire opal carries the color of moonrise.    

– Gladys Taber

37. The house was very quiet, and the fog—we are in November now—pressed against the windows like an excluded ghost.

– E.M. Forster

38. Leaves grow old gracefully, bring such joy in their last lingering days. How vibrant and bright is their final flurry of life.

– Karen Gibbs

39. The gloomy months of November, when the people of England hang and drown themselves.

– Joseph Addison

40. I can not only see the colors now / I can do everything, everything / I can not only see November Skies / I see you everywhere, everywhere!    

– Tomas Barfod

41. The winds of late November droop / (Poor little failures) very low, / As up and down the farm they pass, / Pass up and down, and to and fro, / And look for a home they are not to find, / For they were homeless years ago..    

– John Crowe Ransom

42. Jam on November took away the worries, It was like tasting summer…

– El Fuego

43. This is the month of nuts and nutty thoughts,—that November whose name sounds so bleak and cheerless. Perhaps its harvest of thought is worth more than all the other crops of the year.    

– Henry David Thoreau

44. November is auspicious in so many parts of the country: the rice harvest is already in, the weather starts to cool, and the festive glow which precedes Christmas has began to brighten the landscape.    

– F. Sionil Jose

45. Fallen leaves lying on the grass in the November sun bring more happiness than the daffodils.    

– Cyril Connolly

46. Happiness isn’t something you experience; it’s something you remember.

– Oscar Levant

47. Whenever it is a damp, drizzly November in my soul, I shall recall the memory of warm, sunny, late summer afternoons like this one, and be comforted greatly.

– Peggy Toney Horton

48. No shade, no shine, no butterflies, no bees, No fruits, no flowers, no leaves, no birds – November!

– Thomas Hood

49. Talk not of sad November, when a day / Of warm, glad sunshine fills the sky of noon, / And a wind, borrowed from some morn of June, / Stirs the brown grasses and the leafless spray.    

– John Greenleaf Whittier

Quotes for November

50. Every leaf speaks bliss to me, fluttering from the autumn.

– Emily Bronte

51. The month of November makes me feel that life is passing more quickly. In an effort to slow it down, I try to fill the hours more meaningfully.

– Henry Rollins

52. There comes a time when people get tired of being pushed out of the glittering sunlight of life’s July and left standing amid the piercing chill of an alpine November.  

–   Martin Luther King Jr

53. It is the first day of November and so, today, someone will die.    

– Maggie Stiefvater

54. So dull and dark are the November days. The lazy mist high up the evening curled, And now the morn quite hides in smoke and haze; The place we occupy seems all the world.    

– John Clare

55. This sunlight shames November where he grieves / In dead red leaves, and will not let him shun / The day, though bough with bough be over-run.    

– Dante Gabriel Rossetti

56. In the sad November time, / When the leaf has left the lime, / And the Cam, with sludge and slime, / Plasters his ugly channel, / While, with sober step and slow, / Round about the marshes low, / Stiffening students stumping go / Shivering through their flannel.    

– James Clerk Maxwell

57. November is the month to remind us to be thankful for the many positive things happening in our life.

58. The river this November afternoon Rests in an equipoise of sun and cloud: A glooming light, a gleaming darkness shroud Its passage. All seems tranquil, all in tune.

– Cecil Day-Lewis

59. 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

60. October extinguished itself in a rush of howling winds and driving rain and November arrived, cold as frozen iron, with hard frosts every morning and icy drafts that bit at exposed hands and faces.

– J.K. Rowling

61. If you are a woman, if you’re a person of colour, if you are gay, lesbian, bisexual, transgender, if you are a person of size, if you are a person od intelligence, if you are a person of integrity, then you are considered a minority in this world.

62. Welcome sweet November, the season of senses and my favorite month of all.    

– Gregory F. Lenz

63. The womb is not a clock / nor a bell tolling, / but in the eleventh month of its life / I feel the November / of the body as well as of the calendar. / In two days it will be my birthday / and as always the earth is done with its harvest.    

– Anne Sexton

64. When you don’t have self-esteem you will hesitate before you do anything in your life. You will hesitate to go for the job you really wanna go for, you will hesitate to ask for a raise, you will hesitate to call yourself an American, you will hesitate to report a rape, you will hesitate to defend yourself when you are discriminated against because of your race, your sexuality, your size, your gender. You will hesitate to vote, you will hesitate to dream. For us to have self-esteem is truly an act of revolution and our revolution is long overdue.

– Margaret Cho

65. Don’t wait until the fourth Thursday in November, to sit with family and friends to give thanks. Make every day a day of Thanksgiving!

– Charmaine J Forde

66. Apart from the pleasures of gardening, November has beauty of its own. The Saxons called it wind-month, for then the fishermen drew up their boats and abandoned fishing till the spring; it was called the slaughter-month, too, when pigs and cattle were salted down for preservation throughout the winter.    

– Victoria Sackville-West

67. November; Crows are approaching – Wounded leaves fall to the ground.

– Sir Kristian Goldmund Aumann

68. And November sad, – a psalm Tender, trustful, full of balm, Thou must breathe in spirits calm.    

– Caroline May

Quotes about November

69. While November numbly collapses, this beech tree, heavy as death on the lawn, braces for throat-cutting ice, bandaging snow.    

– Edwin Honig

70. There’s a fire in November sky.

71. Even if something is left undone, everyone must take time to sit still and watch the leaves turn.

– Elizabeth Lawrence

72. Wind warns November’s done with. The blown leaves make bat-shapes, Web-winged and furious.

– Sylvia Plath

73. November the last month of autumn. But the beginng of a new adventure; time to take risk and do the unexpected.

74. What we’re really talking about is a wonderful day set aside on the fourth Thursday of November when no one diets. I mean, why else would they call it Thanksgiving?    

– Erma Bombeck

75. Gas looming through the fog in divers places in the streets, much as the sun may, from the spongey fields, be seen to loom by husbandman and ploughboy. Most of the shops lighted two hours before their time — as the gas seems to know, for it has a haggard and unwilling look.

76. Dull November brings the blast, Then the leaves are whirling fast.

– Sara Coleridge

77. I touched her comb and took it out; her hair came flooding down like a wave, and her long black tresses quivered as they fell to her hips. I immediately ran my hand over it, and in it, and beneath it; I plunged my arm into it, and bathed my face in it, filled with sadness. Sometimes I would enjoy separating it into two, from behind, and then bringing it over her shoulder so as to hide her breasts; then I would bring all her hair together in a mesh, and pull it so that her head came back and her neck was thrown forward; she let me do what I wanted, like a dead woman.

– Gustave Flaubert

78. Winter is an etching, spring a watercolor, summer an oil painting and autumn a mosaic of them all.

– Stanley Horowitz

79. And we will serenade and make love to the passion of november!

– Avijeet Das

80. The world is tired, the year is old, / The faded leaves are glad to die.    

– Sara Teasdale

81. November’s sky is chill and drear, / November’s leaf is red and sear.    

– Sir Walter Scott

82. It was November–the month of crimson sunsets, parting birds, deep, sad hymns of the sea, passionate wind-songs in the pines.

– L.M. Montgomery

83. Sylvia Plath and I met a long time ago. A really long time ago. Was it a summer day? No! It was a wintry November morning!

– Avijeet Das

84. Fallen leaves lying on the grass in the November sun bring more happiness than the daffodils.

– Cyril Connolly

85. I know that I have died before—once in November.

– Anne Sexton

86. November days in Ireland / Are just one round of prayer, / Of loving help, and sacrifice, / For those who claim our care. / And Oh! Look up with hope to Heaven: the starry, shining dome, / Is vibrant with the beating wings of glad souls going home.

– Alice Guerin Crist

87. This November there seems to be nothing to say.

– Anne Sexton

88. In November, the trees are standing all sticks and bones. Without their leaves, how lovely they are, spreading their arms like dancers. They know it is time to be still.

– Cynthia Rylant

89. November is chill, frosted mornings with a silver sun rising behind the trees, red cardinals at the feeders, and squirrels running scallops along the tops of the gray stone walls.    

– Jean Hersey

90. Fog everywhere. Fog up the river, where it flows among green aits and meadows; fog down the river, where it rolls defiled among the tiers of shipping and the waterside pollutions of a great (and dirty) city. Fog on the Essex marshes, fog on the Kentish heights. Fog creeping into the cabooses of collier-brigs; fog lying out on the yards, and hovering in the rigging of great ships; fog drooping on the gunwales of barges and small boats. Fog in the eyes and throats of ancient Greenwich pensioners, wheezing by the firesides of their wards; fog in the stem and bowl of the afternoon pipe of the wrathful skipper, down in his close cabin; fog cruelly pinching the toes and fingers of his shivering little ’prentice boy on deck. Chance people on the bridges peeping over the parapets into a nether sky of fog, with fog all round them, as if they were up in a balloon, and hanging in the misty clouds.

November Inspirational Quotes

91. It is the first day of November and so, today, someone will die.

– Maggie Stiefvater

92. How beautiful leaves grow old. How full of light and color are their last days.

– John Burrough

93. How sad would be November if we had no knowledge of the spring!

-Edwin Way Teale

94. The river this November afternoon / Rests in an equipoise of sun and cloud: / A glooming light, a gleaming darkness shroud / Its passage. All seems tranquil, all in tune.

– Cecil Day-Lewis

95. November at its best – with a sort of delightful menace in the air.

– Anne Bosworth Greene

96. A September to remember. An October full of splendor. A November to treasure.

97. For December, the spirit is “Freshness and Cold.” Thus, the colors of the guests’ kimonos should be dark and subdued for winter, while the incense that permeates the tearoom after the meal should be rich and spicy. The scroll David chose to hang in the alcove during the tea kaiseki no doubt depicted winter, through either words or an ink drawing. As for the flowers that would replace the scroll for the tea ceremony, David likely would incorporate a branch of pine to create a subtle link with the pine needle-shaped piece of yuzu zest we had placed in the climactic dish. Both hinted at the winter season and coming of New Year’s, one of David’s underlying themes for the tea kaiseki. Some of the guests might never make the pine needle connection, but it was there to delight those who did.

– Victoria Abbott Riccardi

98. And it’s going to be really hard to find messages of self-love and support anywhere. Especially women’s and gay men’s culture. It’s all about how you have to look a certain way or else you’re worthless. You know when you look in the mirror and you think ‘oh, I’m so fat, I’m so old, I’m so ugly’, don’t you know, that’s not your authentic self? But that is billions upon billions of dollars of advertising, magazines, movies, billboards, all geared to make you feel shitty about yourself so that you will take your hard earned money and spend it at the mall on some turn-around creme that doesn’t turn around shit.

99. Long cold nights mark November’s return, grey rains fall, wind walks in the bronze oak leaves.

– Gladys Taber

100. Welcome sweet November, the season of senses and my favorite month of all.

– Gregory F. Lenz

101. There is October in every November and there is November in every December! All seasons melted in each other’s life!

– Mehmet Murat ildan

102. The quiet of October is refreshing the quiet of November, oppressing.

– Terri Guillemets

103. Some of the days in November carry the whole memory of summer as a fire opal carries the color of moonrise.

– Gladys Taber

104. In November, the earth is growing quiet. It is making its bed, a winter bed for flowers and small creatures. The bed is white and silent, and much life can hide beneath its blankets.

– Cynthia Rylant

105. But there is always a November space after the leaves have fallen when she felt it was almost indecent to intrude on the woods…for their glory terrestrial had departed and their glory celestial of spirit and purity and whiteness had not yet come upon them.

– L.M. Montgomery

106. The wind that makes music in November corn is in a hurry. The stalks hum, the loose husks whisk skyward in half-playing swirls, and the wind hurries on… A tree tries to argue, bare limbs waving, but there is no detaining the wind.    

– Aldo Leopold

107. Sweetest November, winter wasn’t here forever / Time to rest your weary head in the sun / Sweetest November, the world’s renewed it’s color / Only just in time to welcome the summer    

– Cranny Blasko

108. How I wish to fly with the geese away from dreary November days, the “freeze-up,” and cruel winter. Away from loneliness, isolation, and anxiety bred by blizzards. Most every local person I’ve talked to grudgingly admits to an autumn apprehension. It is part and parcel of an Adirondacker’s psychological makeup. The geese contaminate us with this strange depression on their southbound flight and cure us with their northbound. In between, we try to tolerate winter, each in his or her own way.

– Anne LaBastille

109. In November, the smell of food is different. It is an orange smell. A squash and pumpkin smell. It tastes like cinnamon and can fill up a house in the morning, can pull everyone from bed in a fog. Food is better in November than any other time of the year.

– Cynthia Rylant

110. The leaves fall, the wind blows, and the farm country slowly changes from the summer cottons into its winter wools. —

– Henry Beston

111. It was a cold November day and she had dressed herself up in layers of cardigans and covered the whole lot with her old tweed coat, the one she might have used for feeding the chickens in.

– Barbara Pym

112. I cannot but remember / When the year grows old— / October—November— / How she disliked the cold!

– Edna St. Vincent Millay
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