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Inspiring, Poetic Quotes About November

For those of us in the northern hemisphere, November often comes with more than a hint of grey melancholy. Perhaps these uplifting quotes will persuade us to look at things differently.


Scarlet maple leaves in November

"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


“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


“It looked like the world was covered in a cobbler crust of brown sugar and cinnamon.” Sarah Addison Allen


“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


“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


“November’s sky is chill and drear, November’s leaf is red and sear.” Sir Walter Scott


“I cannot endure to waste anything so precious as autumnal sunshine by staying in the house." Nathaniel Hawthorne


“Some of the days in November carry the whole memory of summer as a fire opal carries the color of moon rise.” Gladys Taber


“Autumn carries more gold in its pocket than all the other seasons.” Jim Bishop


“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


“Fallen leaves lying on the grass in the November sun bring more happiness than the daffodils.” Cyril Connolly


“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

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