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- “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
- “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.
- “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
- “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
- “But there is always a November space after the leaves have fallen when she felt it was almost indecent to intrude on the wood 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
- “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
- “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
- “The house was very quiet, and the fog we are in November now pressed against the windows like an excluded ghost.” – E.M. Forster
- “November. Crows are approaching, wounded leaves fall to the ground.” – Sir Kristian Goldmund Aumann
- “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
- “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
- “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
- “Wind warns November’s done with. The blown leaves make bat-shapes, Web-winged and furious.” – Sylvia Plath
- “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
- “In November you begin to know how long the winter will be.” – Martha Gellhorn
- “November: The last month of autumn, but the beginning of a new adventure; time to take a risk and do the unexpected.” – Unknown
- “November always seemed to me the Norway of the year.” – Emily Dickinson
- “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
- “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
- “Peering from some high window, at the gold of November sunset and feeling that if day has to become night, this is a beautiful way.” – E.E. Cummings
- “November’s sky is chill and drear, November’s leaf is red and sear.” – Sir Walter Scott
- “Some of the days in November carry the whole memory of summer as a fire opal carries the color of moon rise.” – Gladys Taber
- “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
- “When shriek’d the bleak November winds, and smote the woods, and the brown fields were herbless, and the shades. That met above the merry rivulet, were spoil’d, I sought, I loved them still, they seem’d like old companions in adversity.” – William Cullen Bryant
- “November is the most disagreeable month in the whole year,” said Margaret, standing at the window one dull afternoon, looking out at the frostbitten garden. “That’s the reason I was born in it,” observed Jo pensively. – Louisa May Alcott
- “November at its best—with a sort of delightful menace in the air.” – Anne Bosworth Greene
Happy November! Enjoy your month!
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