November quotes by topic: Attitude to November, November features, Depression and November, October and November, Wind and November, People and November, Summer and November, Flowers and November, Winter and November, Fog and November, Colors and November, Death and November, Sunday and November, Rain and November, etc.
Attitude to November
November is the most disagreeable month in the whole year. (Louisa May Alcott)
Welcome sweet November, the season of senses and my favorite month of all. (Gregory F. Lenz)
As a reform, they should remove the month of November, because we are tired of this weather! (Laurence Semonin)
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. (Lucy Maud Montgomery)
I love autumn, this sad season goes well with memories. When the trees have no more leaves, when the sky still preserves at dusk the russet tint which gilds the withered grass, it is sweet to watch everything that once burned in you go out. (Gustave Flaubert)
We seldom think of November in terms of beauty or any other specially satisfying tribute. November is simply that interval between colorful October and dark December. Then, nearly every year, come a few November days of clear, crisp weather that makes one wonder why November seldom gets its due. There is the November sky, clean of summer dust, blown clear this day of the urban smog that so often hazes autumn. (Hal Borland)
November features
November always seemed to me the Norway of the year. (Emily Dickinson)
The whole essence of November is in a cup of hot tea and the smell of fallen leaves. (Marina Berestova)
November at its best—with a sort of delightful menace in the air. (Anne Bosworth Greene)
No warmth, no cheerfulness, no healthful ease, no comfortable feel in any member. No shade, no shine, no butterflies, no bees.No fruits, no flowers, no leaves, no birds, November. (Thomas Hood)
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)
November fills space with an immanent force. The elements intertwine, nothing contradicts each other, the earth becomes mud, the sky sinks, the trees are on fire, the steeples are fogged up, the contours are blurred, things are tangled up, lascivious, overwhelmed by shadows. (Carole Martinez)
Depression and November
It was the end of November, it was raining despair. (Amelie Nothomb)
From a small empty room breathed hopelessness, melancholy and November. (Erich Maria Remarque)
Depression is the November of the soul, the December of desire. (Philippe Labro)
November: The eleventh twelfth of weariness. (Ambrose Gwinnett Bierce)
If sorrow had a recognizable shape, it would be that of a November storm. (Louise Penny)
October and November
The quiet of October is refreshing The quiet of November, oppressing. (Terri Guillemets)
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)
I have come to regard November as the older, harder man’s October. I appreciate the early darkness and cooler temperatures. It puts my mind in a different place than October. It is a month for a quieter, slightly more subdued celebration of summer’s death as winter tightens its grip. (Henry Rollins)
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? (Lucy Maud Montgomery)
Wind and November
November came roaring in with gusty winds and more wet weather. (Julie Andrews Edwards)
Wind warns November’s done with. The blown leaves make bat-shapes, Web-winged and furious. (Sylvia Plath)
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)
November is also good for mortifying the flesh, with a wet, snowy wind that changes direction every minute. (Tatyana Tolstaya)
People and November
From November through December, ’tis the season for ‘Home Alone!’ (Catherine O’Hara)
If I had to list the philosophers by month, then by November I would have attributed Schopenhauer and Nietzsche. No one else approaches the November rain and sadness like these two. (Janusz Leon Wiśniewski)
It just so happened. In spring, the soul seeks tenderness. In summer, space.In winter — a fairy tale. And in November, the soul is looking for a Home. (Julia Prozorova)
Her smile adds an air of enigma to her. Like a melting cup of warm dark chocolate on a November evening. (Ipsita Upasana)
Summer and November
Some of the days in November carry the whole memory of summer as a fire opal carries the color of moon rise. (Gladys Taber)
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)
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)
Flowers and November
The month of November is the busiest time of the year in bloom: nowhere else do the new roses break out to such an extent. (Manfred Poisel)
Fallen leaves lying on the grass in the November sun bring more happiness than the daffodils. (Cyril Connolly)
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 true, the most universal, the most diverse of flowers. (Maurice Maeterlinck)
Winter and November
November… leads the months their wintry round. (Anne Hunter)
In November you begin to know how long the winter will be. (Martha Gellhorn)
The slow transition of autumn to winter is not a bad time at all. This is the time when you need to collect, put in order and add up all your supplies that you have accumulated over the summer. (Tove Jansson)
November – the colorful weaving of leaves in the tangle of winds is reflected in puddle poetry to attract winter. (Esther Klepgen)
Fog and November
At dawn, when the November night was slowly turning into a colorless morning, fog came from the sea. It swirled, climbing the slopes of the mountains, sliding into the valley, filling it to the brim … The fog brought amazing silence and stillness to the valley. (Tove Jansson)
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)
November. The fogs have become thicker and more impenetrable, they leave for a long time, reluctantly, clinging to the wooden fences with tulle hems. The distant call of the river is heard — cold, foamy, she runs, panting, ahead of herself, tells everyone that snow is approaching the mountain pass, she saw, she knows. (Narine Abgaryan)
Colors and November
If months were marked by colors, November in New England would be colored gray. (Madeleine M. Kunin)
November erased all color, turning the landscape into a black-and-white photograph: old, pale, scratched almost to the point of indistinguishability. (Oleg Roy)
Spring’s wakening bugle long is hushed, long dimm’d is Summer’s splendor October yields her easel bright to “black and white” November. (James Rigg)
Death and November
The world is tired, the year is old, the faded leaves are glad to die. (Sara Teasdale)
I know that I have died before once in November. (Anne Sexton)
The gloomy months of November, when the people of England hang and drown themselves. (Joseph Addison)
Sunday and November
We do not change the Sundays of November, we mourn them drop by drop, slowly, with each passing minute. (Jeanne Voidy)
Around the light gray haze of a November-Sunday feeling, even the alphabet becomes empty. (Monika Minder)
Rain and November
Long cold nights mark November’s return, grey rains fall, wind walks in the bronze oak leaves. (Gladys Taber)
November brought rains, and on street corners, under the blows of a side wind, umbrellas sharply turned inside out, turning into bat-winged devils that hold their own male or female soul in their claws, teaching it to move along curved invisible trajectories. (Milorad Pavić)
Life and November
I don’t know what could be more beautiful than November… This November of ours is like life after death. Eternal, even if it ends just a week later. (Max Frei)
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)
Spring and November
How sad would be November if we had no knowledge of the spring! (Edwin Way Teale)
The cold sun gave a rosy tone to the sleet, — And the November sky looked like April. (Francois Coppee)
Nature and November
All Nature mourns, I said, November wild hath torn the fairest pages from her book. (Albert Laighton)
November. Crows are approaching, wounded leaves fall to the ground. (Kristian Goldmund Aumann)
Sky and November
Now in November nearer comes the sun down the abandoned heaven. (D.H. Lawrence)
November’s sky is chill and drear, November’s leaf is red and sear. (Walter Scott)
Cold and November
The August noon in us works to stave off the November chills. (Ray Bradbury)
In the yard, driven into the frozen ground with a stake, stood November. (H.L. Oldie)
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