Everyone knows November is the month when Thanksgiving is celebrated. November also brings the “sweater weather” which means you can finally wear your favorite comfy sweater. These November quotes we compiled tell their own story of how and why November is the best month of the year. If you think the quotes below speak to you, feel free to share them with your family and friends!
November Quotes
1. It is the first day of November and so, today, someone will die. – Maggie Stiefvater
2. 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
3. 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
4. I know that I have died before once in November. – Anne Sexton
5. 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
6. The house was very quiet, and the fog we are in November now pressed against the windows like an excluded ghost. – E.M. Forster
7. There is October in every November and there is November in every December. All seasons melted in each other’s life. – Mehmet Murat ildan
8. It is also November. The noons are more laconic and the sunsets sterner, and Gibraltar lights make the village foreign. November always seemed to me the Norway of the year is still with the sister who put her child in an ice nest last Monday forenoon. The redoubtable God. I notice where Death has been introduced, he frequently calls, making it desirable to forestall his advances. – Emily Dickinson
9. November. Crows are approaching, wounded leaves fall to the ground. – Sir Kristian Goldmund Aumann
10. This November there seems to be nothing to say. – Anne Sexton
11. The widower reviewed his past in a sunless light which was intensified by the greyness of the November twilight, whilst the bells subtly impregnated the surrounding atmosphere with the melody of sounds that faded like the ashes of dead years. – Georges Rodenbach
12. 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
13. 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
14. Jam on November took away the worries, It was like tasting summer. – El Fuego
15. Welcome sweet November, the season of senses and my favorite month of all. – Gregory F. Lenz
16. I touched her comb and took it out, her hair came flooding down like a wave, and her long black tresses quivered as they fell to her hips. I immediately ran my hand over it, and in it, and beneath it. I plunged my arm into it, and bathed my face in it, filled with sadness. Sometimes I would enjoy separating it into two, from behind, and then bringing it over her shoulder so as to hide her breasts, then I would bring all her hair together in a mesh, and pull it so that her head came back and her neck was thrown forward, she let me do what I wanted, like a dead woman. – Gustave Flaubert
17. Sylvia Plath and I met a long time ago. A really long time ago. Was it a summer day? No. It was a wintry November morning. – Avijeet Das
18. My lovely November. Have you seen my heart, somewhere in your castle of yellow leaves? – A Waltz for Zizi
19. Autumn. The greatest show of all times. – Mehmet Murat ildan
20. How I wish to fly with the geese away from dreary November days, the “freeze-up,” and cruel winter. Away from loneliness, isolation, and anxiety bred by blizzards. Most every local person I’ve talked to grudgingly admits to an autumn apprehension. It is part and parcel of an Adirondacker’s psychological makeup. The geese contaminate us with this strange depression on their southbound flight and cure us with their northbound. In between, we try to tolerate winter, each in his or her own way. – Anne LaBastille
21. There you go, seems to me you’re right. – George Noory
22. November with uncanny witchery in its changed trees. With murky red sunsets flaming in smoky crimson behind the westering hills. With dear days when the austere woods were beautiful and gracious in a dignified serenity of folded hands and closed eyes–days full of a fine, pale sunshine that sifted through the late, leafless gold of the juniper-trees and glimmered among the grey beeches, lighting up evergreen banks of moss and washing the colonnades of the pines. Days with a high-sprung sky of flawless turquoise. Days when an exquisite melancholy seemed to hang over the landscape and dream about the lake. But days, too, of the wild blackness of great autumn storms, followed by dank, wet, streaming nights when there was witch-laughter in the pines and fitful moans among the mainland trees. What cared they? Old Tom had built his roof well, and his chimney drew. – Lucy Maud Montgomery
23. November always seemed to me the Norway of the year. – Emily Dickinson
24. 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
25. 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
26. 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
27. 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
28. Wind warns November’s done with. The blown leaves make bat-shapes, Web-winged and furious. – Sylvia Plath
29. The November evening had a bite; it nibbled not-quite-gently at her cheeks and ears. In Virginia the late autumn was a lover, still, but a dangerous one. – J. Aleksandr Wootton
30. In November, people are good to each other. They carry pies to each other’s homes and talk by crackling wood stoves, sipping mellow cider. They travel very far on a special November day just to share a meal with one another and to give thanks for their many blessings – for the food on their tables and the babies in their arms. – Cynthia Rylant
31. Happiness isn’t something you experience; it’s something you remember. – Oscar Levant
32. The last dying days of summer, fall coming on fast. A cold night, the first of the season, a change from the usual bland Maryland climate. Cold, thought the boy; his mind felt numb. The trees he could see through his bedroom window were tall charcoal sticks, shivering, afraid of the wind or only trying to stand against it. Every tree was alone out there. The animals were alone, each in its hole, in its thin fur, and anything that got hit on the road tonight would die alone. Before morning, he thought, its blood would freeze in the cracks of the asphalt. – Poppy Z. Brite
33. That’s who my mom is. She’s a listener and a doer. She’s a woman driven by compassion, by faith, by a fierce sense of justice and a heart full of love. So, this November, I’m voting for a woman who is my role model, as a mother, and as an advocate. A woman who has spent her entire life fighting for families and children. – Chelsea Clinton
34. The candidate out front on Labor Day has historically been the one who stayed ahead in November. – Peter Jennings
35. I have liberal friends. They are misguided, they are wrong. I disagree with them. I don’t want them to vote. I want them to go on vacation in November. – Sean Hannity
36. The soldiers did go away and their towns were torn down and in the Moon of Falling Leaves, they made a treaty with Red Cloud that said our country would be ours as long as grass should grow and water flow. – Black Elk
37. The grass roots are energized because the absolutely highest priority in the country in November is to defeat Barack Obama. I have spoken with literally thousands and thousands of tea-party activists – I have yet to meet a single tea-party leader that is not going to vote for Mitt Romney. – Ted Cruz
38. 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
39. I go to Japan every November on vacation, and the one thing I never return home without is yuba, which is the thin skin that forms atop boiling soy milk. You skim it off and either eat it fresh or dry it. – Hanya Yanagihara
40. When I set out to write ‘I’m Judging You,’ I wanted to create something that was both timely and timeless. But I didn’t know how timely this book would be until we, the people of the United States, elected a walking Cheeto to the highest office in the land on November 8, 2016. – Luvvie Ajayi
41. November is Hip-Hop History Month, where we give celebration to what hip hop has done to bring together people of the world, people of all nationalities, young people, all the political systems and politicians on the planet. – Afrika Bambaataa
42. But now, today, we don’t know if Over the River is truly the next project to be realized, because something very nice happened to our life in November in New York. – Christo
43. Spring’s wakening bugle long is hushed, long dimm’d is Summer’s splendour October yields her easel bright to “black and white” November. – James Rigg
44. 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
45. How sad would be November if we had no knowledge of the spring. – Edwin Way Teale
46. October’s foliage yellows with his cold. In rattling showers dark November’s rain. From every stormy cloud, descends amain, till keen December’s snows close up the year again. – John Ruskin
47. November, n. The eleventh twelfth of a weariness. – Ambrose Bierce
48. The wild November comes at last beneath a veil of rain. The night wind blows its folds aside, her face is full of pain. The latest of her race, she takes the Autumn’s vacant throne. She has but one short moon to live and she must live alone. – R.H. Stoddard
49. A barren realm of withered fields, bleak woods, and falling leaves. The palest morns that ever dawned, the dreariest of eves. It is no wonder that she comes, poor month with tears of pain. For what can one so hopeless do but weep, and weep again. – R.H. Stoddard
50. Fear not November’s challenge bold. We’ve books and friends, and hearths that never can grow cold. These make amends. – Alexander L. Fraser
51. The world is tired, the year is old, the faded leaves are glad to die. – Sara Teasdale
52. That soft autumnal time, the woodland foliage now is gathered by the wild November blast. – John Howard Bryant
53. And November sad, a psalm. Tender, trustful, full of balm. Thou must breathe in spirits calm. – Caroline May
54. November woods are bare and still. November days are clear and bright. Each noon burns up the morning’s chill, the morning’s snow is gone by night. November woods are bare and still. November days are bright and good. Life’s noon burns up life’s morning chill. Life’s night rests feet which long have stood. – Helen Fiske Hunt Jackson
55. Judith stood before her little library in the dark November dawn, with a candle in her hand, scanning the familiar titles with weary eyes these last few days she had taken to waking at dawn, to lying for hours wide-eyed in her little white bed, while the slow day grew. But to‑day it was intolerable, she could bear it no longer. She would try a book, not a very hopeful remedy in her own opinion, but one which those who were troubled by sleeplessness, regarded, she knew, as the best thing under the circumstances. – Amy Levy
56. Cosy fire a-burning bright, cosy tables robed in white. Dainty dishes smoking hot. Home. And cold and snow forgot. – Louise Bennett Weaver and Helen Cowles LeCron
57. 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
58. 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
59. “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
60. In rough October earth must disrobe her, stars fall and shoot. In keen November, and night is long, and cold is strong nn bleak December. – Christina G. Rossetti
61. We seldom think of November in terms of beauty or any other specially satisfying tribute. November is simply that interval between colorful 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. There is the touch of November in the air, chill enough to have a slight tang, like properly aged cider. Not air that caresses, nor yet air that nips. Air that makes one breathe deeply and think of spring water and walk briskly. – Hal Borland
62. All Nature mourns, I said, November wild hath torn the fairest pages from her book. – Albert Laighton
63. 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. – James Rigg
64. 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. – John Clare
65. Flurries early, pristine and pearly. Winter’s come calling. Can we endure so premature a falling? Some may find this trend distressing- others bend to say a blessing over sage and onion dressing. – Old Farmer’s Almanac
66. My biggest hope for this work is that it will help others to remember the sacrifices made for our freedom, and even more so to remember that the men, women, and children all involved in and affected by this era were not just statistics: they were people just like we are, with the same hopes, dreams, and very imminent fears. – J. Neven-Pugh
67. November came roaring in with gusty winds and more wet weather. Mandy’s depression would not go away. Her garden seemed sad, too. It was virtually empty now, and the few brave flowers that remained there were flattened by rain, their yellows stalks sprawling in all directions. Most of the trees were bare, and the woods had a wet carpet of leaves. – Julie Andrews Edwards
68. 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
69. Flurries early, pristine and pearly. Winter’s come calling. Can we endure so premature a falling? Some may find this trend distressing- others bend to say a blessing over sage and onion dressing. – Old Farmer’s Almanac
70. Our Father, fill our hearts, we pray, with gratitude Thanksgiving Day. For food and raiment Thou dost give, that we in comfort here may live. – Luther Cross
71. November always seemed to me the Norway of the year. – Emily Dickinson
72. 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
73. When the trees their summer splendor change to raiment red and gold. When the summer moon turns mellow, and the nights are getting cold. When the squirrels hide their acorns, and the woodchucks disappear. Then we know that it is autumn, loveliest season of the year. – Carol L. Riser
74. The last seed falls from the sunflower, empty pond. The long awaited rattle of rain on rooftops. Thanksgiving Day. – Michael P. Garofalo
75. If it is true that one of the greatest pleasures of gardening lies in looking forward, then the planning of next year’s beds and borders must be one of the most agreeable occupations in the gardener’s calendar. This should make October and November particularly pleasant months, for then we may begin to clear our borders, to cut down those sodden and untidy stalks, to dig up and increase our plants, and to move them to other positions where they will show up to greater effect. People who are not gardeners always say that the bare beds of winter are uninteresting; gardeners know better, and take even a certain pleasure in the neatness of the newly dug, bare, brown earth. – Vita Sackville-West
76. In the evenings I scrape my fingernails clean, hunt through old catalogues for new seed, oil work boots and shears. This garden is no metaphor more a task that swallows you into itself, earth using, as always, everything it can. – Jan Hirshfield
77. November’s sky is chill and drear, November’s leaf is red and sear. – Sir Walter Scott
78. The morns are meeker than they were. The nuts are getting brown. The berry’s cheek is plumper. The rose is out of town. The maple wears a gayer scarf. The field a scarlet gown. Lest I should be old-fashioned, I’ll put a trinket on. – Emily Dickinson
79. Give me the end of the year an’ its fun when most of the plannin’ an’ toilin’ is done. Bring all the wanderers home to the nest, let me sit down with the ones I love best, hear the old voices still ringin’ with song, see the old faces unblemished by wrong, see the old table with all of its chairs an’ I’ll put soul in my Thanksgivin’ prayers. – Edgar A. Guest
80. A few days ago I walked along the edge of the lake and was treated to the crunch and rustle of leaves with each step I made. The acoustics of this season are different and all sounds, no matter how hushed, are as crisp as autumn air. – Eric Sloane
81. All in November’s soaking mist we stand and prune the naked tree, while all our love and interest seem quenched in the blue-nosed misery. Ruth Pitter
82. How wonderful it would be if we could help our children and grandchildren to learn thanksgiving at an early age. Thanksgiving opens the doors. It changes a child’s personality. A child is resentful, negative—or thankful. Thankful children want to give, they radiate happiness, they draw people. – Sir John Templeton
83. When I look into your eyes I can see a love restrained. But darlin’ when I hold you, don’t you know I feel the same. ‘Cause nothin’ lasts forever and we both know hearts can change and it’s hard to hold a candle in the cold November rain. – Guns N’ Roses
84. The white sun like a moth on a string circles the southpole. – A. R. Ammons
85. It’s a queer sensation, this secret belief that one stands on the brink of the world’s greatest catastrophe. For it means the fall of Western Europe, as it fell in the fourth century. It recurs to me every November, and culminates every December. I have to get over it as I can, and hide, for fear of being sent to an asylum. – Henry Brooks Adams