Month of November Quotes and Sayings
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| Hello November, Please Be Nice! |
Goodbye October, Hello November!
Anonymous
Welcome sweet November, the season of senses and my favorite month of all.
Gregory F. Lenz
November at its best—with a sort of delightful menace in the air.
Anne Bosworth Greene
The thinnest yellow light of November is more warming and exhilarating than any wine they tell of. The mite which November contributes becomes equal in value to the bounty of July.
Henry David Thoreau
It looked like the world was covered in a cobbler crust of brown sugar and cinnamon.
Sarah Addison
I like spring, but it is too young. I like summer, but it is too proud. So I like best of all autumn, because its tone is mellower, its colours are richer, and it is tinged with a little sorrow. Its golden richness speaks not of the innocence of spring, nor the power of summer, but of the mellowness and kindly wisdom of approaching age. It knows the limitations of life and its content.
Lin Yutang
So dull and dark are the November days. The lazy mist high up the evening curled, and now the morn quite hides in the smoke and haze; the place we occupy seems all the world.
John Clare
How sad would be November if we had no knowledge of the spring!
Edwin Way Teale, Circle of the Seasons
I saw old Autumn in the misty morn
Stand shadow less like silence, listening
To silence
Thomas Hood, “Ode: Autumn”
It is the first day of November and so, today, someone will die.
Maggie Stiefvater
I saw the lovely arch Of rainbow span the sky, the gold sun burning as the rain swept by.
Elizabeth Coatsworth, November
Keep Calm and Say Hello to November.
Anonymous
November’s sky is chill and drear, November’s leaf is red and sear.
Sir Walter Scott
Autumn is a second spring when every leaf is a flower.
Albert Camus
Dull November brings the blast, then the leaves are whirling fast.
Sara Coleridge
I cannot endure to waste anything so precious as autumnal sunshine by staying in the house.
Nathaniel Hawthorne
Hello November, Suprise Me!
Anonymous
Even if something is left undone, everyone must take time to sit still and watch the leaves turn.
Elizabeth Lawrence
Fallen leaves lying on the grass in the November sun bring more happiness than the daffodils.
Cyril Connolly
The gloomy months of November, when the people of England hang and drown themselves.
Joseph Addison
Love the trees until their leaves fall off, then encourage them to try again next year.
Chad Sugg
Autumn carries more gold in its pocket than all the other seasons.
Jim Bishop
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
Welcome November, please be kind!
Anonymous
Heap high the farmer’s wintry hoard! Heap high the golden corn! No richer gift has Autumn poured From out her lavish horn!
John Greenleaf Whittier
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
Fall has always been my favorite season. The time when everything bursts with its last beauty, as if nature had been saving up all year for the grand finale.
Lauren DeStefano
Let’s spark up November and make it better than October.
Anonymous
November’s sky is chill and drear, November’s leaf is red and sear.
Sir Walter Scott
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
November at its best—with a sort of delightful menace in the air.
Anne Bosworth Greene
Some of the days in November carry the whole memory of summer as a fire opal carries the color of moon rise.
Gladys Taber
Fear not November’s challenge bold—
We’ve books and friends,
And hearths that never can grow cold:
These make amends!
Alexander Louis Fraser, “November”
So dull and dark are the November days. The lazy mist high up the evening curled, and now the morn quite hides in the smoke and haze; the place we occupy seems all the world.
John Clare
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, In November
