• 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.
• 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 begun to brighten the landscape.

• 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 at any other time of the year.
• Some of the days in November carry the whole memory of summer as a fire opal carries the color of moonrise.
• 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.
• 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.
• 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.
• 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.
• 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.
• 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.
• And November sad, – a psalm Tender, trustful, full of balm, Thou must breathe in spirits calm.
• Now in November nearer comes the sun down the abandoned heaven.
• 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.
• Fallen leaves lying on the grass in the November sun bring more happiness than the daffodils.

Great November Quotes to Uplifts You

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

• It is the first day of November and so, today, someone will die.
• “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!”
• “Welcome sweet November, the season of senses and my favorite month of all.”
• “Autumn is a second spring when every leaf is a flower.”
• “It looked like the world was covered in a cobbler crust of brown sugar and cinnamon.”
• “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.”
• “Aprils have never meant much to me, autumns seem that season of beginning, spring.”
• “I cannot endure wasting anything so precious as autumnal sunshine by staying in the house.”
• Love the trees until their leaves fall off, then encourage them to try again next year.”
• “Don’t you love New York in the fall? It makes me want to buy school supplies. I would send you a bouquet of newly sharpened pencils if I knew your name and address.”
• “Autumn carries more gold in its pocket than all the other seasons.”
• “November always seems to me the Norway of the year.”
• “November’s sky is chill and drear, November’s leaf is red and sear.”
• “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.”