November is a month of transition. The leaves are changing colors, the weather is getting colder, and Thanksgiving is just around the corner. It can also be a difficult time for some people, as the end of the year approaches and they start to reflect on all that has happened. If you’re feeling down this month, take a look at these 130 November quotes to get you through the end of the year!
What are the benefits of reading November quotes?
Reading November quotes can help you to put life into perspective. Sometimes it can be difficult to see the bigger picture and find motivation, but reading inspiring words can help. These quotes remind us that there is always something to be thankful for, no matter how challenging life may seem. Reading these quotes can also give us ideas on how we should live our lives and what values we should strive for. They can provide us with insight into our own inner selves and help to shape our beliefs. Ultimately, they offer a source of hope and encouragement during difficult times.
November is also a time to give thanks and express gratitude for the people in our lives and all that we have achieved. Reading November quotes can help to remind us of the importance of giving thanks and appreciating everything we have, no matter how small. It is a way to bring focus to our lives, so that we can be mindful of the important things we have in our lives and take the time to appreciate them.
So, without further ado, here are some of the best November quotes to inspire you and keep your spirits high!
November Quotes
- “I come alive in the fall time.” – The Weeknd
- “You can if you think you can.” – George Reeves
- “Write about winter in the fall.” – Annie Dillard
- “How beautifully leaves grow old.” – John Burroughs
- “Autumn leaves don’t fall, they fly.” – Delia Owens.
- “Whatever you are, be a good one.” – Abraham Lincoln
- “Autumn is springtime in reverse.” – Terri Guillemets
- “Wherever you go, go with all your heart.” – Confucius
- “Another fall, another turned page.” – Wallace Stegner
- “O autumn! My very soul is wedded to it.” – George Eliot
- “Always do what you are afraid to do.” – Ralph Waldo Emerson
- “This November there seems to be nothing to say.” – Anne Sexton
- “I know that I have died before once in November.” – Anne Sexton
- “Autumn… the year’s last, loveliest smile.” – William Cullen Bryant
- “November, The eleventh twelfth of a weariness.” – Ambrose Bierce
- “Autumn is a second spring when every leaf is a flower.” – Albert Camus
- “November always seemed to me the Norway of the year.” – Emily Dickinson
- Happy November – I love that I live in a world where there are Novembers
- “My mission in life is not merely to survive, but to thrive.” – Junea Angelou
- “Jam on November took away the worries, It was like tasting summer.” – El Fuego
- “Peering from some high window, at the gold of November sunset.” – E.E. Cummings
- “Everyone must take time to sit and watch the leaves turn.” – Elizabeth Lawrence
- “Autumn carries more gold in its pocket than all the other seasons.” – Jim Bishop
- “Every leaf speaks bliss to me, fluttering from the autumn tree.”. – Emily Brontë
- “Now in November nearer comes the sun down the abandoned heaven.” – D. H. Lawrence
- “Life starts all over again when it gets crisp in the fall.” – F. Scott Fitzgerald
- “How sad would be November if we had no knowledge of the spring.” – Edwin Way Teale
- “It isn’t where you came from. It’s where you’re going that counts.” – Ella Fitzgerald
- “It is the first day of November and so, today, someone will die.” – Maggie Stiefvater
- “November’s sky is chill and drear, November’s leaf is red and sear.” – Sir Walter Scott
- “The world is tired, the year is old, the faded leaves are glad to die.” – Sara Teasdale
- “November came roaring in with gusty winds and more wet weather.” – Julie Andrews Edwards
- “I wore the scent of weather inside my body like a sacred love.” – Sneha Subramanian Kanta
- “November at its best—with a sort of delightful menace in the air.” – Anne Bosworth Greene
- “Family gathers to share good noise and good food. Gratitude abounds.” – Richelle E. Goodrich
- “Summer came in November, and it came in blazing” – Amelia Mellor, The Bookseller’s Apprentice
- “Welcome sweet November, the season of senses and my favorite month of all.” – Gregory F. Lenz
- “It was November. The trees were full with smells of oncoming smoke.” – Sneha Subramanian Kanta
- “Of all the seasons, autumn offers the most to man and requires the least of him.” – Hal Borland
- “the first snowflakes caress the love lace of dying leaves” – Remy Alberi, The Comprehension Watch
- “November. Crows are approaching, wounded leaves fall to the ground.” – Sir Kristian Goldmund Aumann
- “I wish you a beautiful new month from the first day of this month to the last day.” – J. K. Rowling
- “All Nature mourns, I said, November wild hath torn the fairest pages from her book.” – Albert Laighton
- “Thanksgiving – fall’s finale. Best damn holiday of the year in my worldly estimation.” – Carew Papritz
- “New month, new intentions, new goals, new love, new light, and new beginnings.” – April Mae Monterrosa
- “This November there seems to be nothing to say.” – Anne Sexton, Anne Sexton: A Self-Portrait in Letters
- “It is worth taking the time to stop and contemplate at the beginning of each new month.” – Nadine Locke
- “It is the first day of November and so, today, someone will die.” – Maggie Stiefvater, The Scorpio Races
- “My lovely November. Have you seen my heart, somewhere in your castle of yellow leaves?” – A Waltz for Zizi
- “Wind warns November’s done with. The blown leaves make bat-shapes, Web-winged and furious.” – Sylvia Plath
- “And November sad, a psalm. Tender, trustful, full of balm. Thou must breathe in spirits calm.” – Caroline May
- “Thanksgiving—when the people who are the most thankful are the ones who didn’t have to cook.” – Melanie White
- “Fallen leaves lying on the grass in the November sun bring more happiness than the daffodils.” – Cyril Connolly
- “That soft autumnal time, the woodland foliage now is gathered by the wild November blast.” – John Howard Bryant
- “Autumn is a poem – while you fall for everything, you remember that there is something worth dying for.” – Laura Chouette
- “Let this new month bring great miracles, new visions and greater blessings for you and your beloved ones.” – Rajesh Goyal
- “When the sun is shining, I can do anything; no mountain is too high, no trouble too difficult to overcome.” – Wilma Rudolph
- “Some of the days in November carry the whole memory of summer as a fire opal carries the color of moon rise.” – Gladys Taber
- “The house was very quiet, and the fog we are in November now pressed against the windows like an excluded ghost.” – E.M. Forster
- “How wonderful it would be if we could help our children and grandchildren to learn thanksgiving at an early age.” – Sir John Templeton
- “The last seed falls from the sunflower, empty pond. The long awaited rattle of rain on rooftops. Thanksgiving Day.” – Michael P. Garofalo
- “There is October in every November and there is November in every December. All seasons melted in each other’s life.” – Mehmet Murat ildan
- “The turkey. The sweet potatoes. The stuffing. The pumpkin pie. Is there anything else we all can agree so vehemently about?” – Nora Ephron
- “When it rains in Paris, it bleeds into swift little gutters. You can see your reflection over its mercury embryo.” – Sneha Subramanian Kanta
- “Fear not November’s challenge bold. We’ve books and friends, and hearths that never can grow cold. These make amends.” – Alexander L. Fraser
- “Autumn is the hardest season. The leaves are all falling, and they’re falling like they’re falling in love with the ground.” – Andrea Gibson
- “The house was very quiet, and the fog—we are in November now—pressed against the windows like an excluded ghost.” – E.M. Forster, Howards End
- “I hope I can be the autumn leaf, who looked at the sky and lived. And when it was time to leave, gracefully it knew life was a gift.” – Dodinsky
- “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
- “Her smile adds an air of enigma to her. Like a melting cup of warm dark chocolate on a November evening.” – Ipsita Upasana, Inexplicable Distances
- “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
- “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
- “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 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
- “In rough October earth must disrobe her, stars fall and shoot. In keen November, and night is long, and cold is strong and bleak December.” – Christina G. Rossetti
- “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 Woott
- “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
- “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 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
- “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
- “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
- “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.
- “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
- “What I love about Thanksgiving is that it’s purely about getting together with friends or family and enjoying food. It’s really for everybody, and it doesn’t matter where you’re from.” – Daniel Humm
- “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
- “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
- “Let’s be honest: you can’t celebrate fall without it’s leading role – pumpkin! You can incorporate this flavor of the season in so many ways, from candles to lattes, pies to decorations.” – Rachel Hollis
- “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, In November
- “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
- “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
- “I’m so glad I live in a world where there are Novembers. 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?” – L.M. Montgomery
- “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
- “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
- “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
- “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.” – Aldo Leopold
- “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
- “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, Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix
- “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
- “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
- “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
- 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
- “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
- “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
- “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, Bruges-La-Morte
- “You’re perrrrfect. Do you really think that’s fair to the rest of us? I’m pretty sure I’m going to marry you. Not now. Don’t be crazy. But you should just tell your Family that whatever ideas they have about you marrying someone fancy are moot.” – Adriana Mather, Hunting November
- “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, In November
- “November was my favorite time of the year because so many of the foods that stirred my cooking spirit burst into the season—mussels, oysters, and a variety of squashes exploding in yellows and oranges, including my former nemesis: the potimarron.” – Samantha Verant, Sophie Valroux’s Paris Stars
- “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, Anne of Windy Poplars
- “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
- “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
- “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
- “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
- “Give me the end of the year and’ it’s fun when most of the planning’ 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 and’ I’ll put soul in my Thanksgivin’ prayers” – Edgar A. Guest
- “In November, some birds move away and some birds stay. The air is full of good-byes and well-wishes. The birds who are leaving look very serious. No silly spring chirping now. They have long journeys and must watch where they are going. The staying birds are serious, too, for cold times lie ahead. Hard times. All berries will be treasures.” – Cynthia Rylant, In November
- “Hello Here November… November traditionally signals shifts in the human spirit, may our kind actions in gifting seasons transcend our culturally attended timelines… to consistently circulate the ethereal fluid of “mindful love” that can endlessly~pulse the power of spirit to touch lives without calendar & watchclock reminders that tick or tock us to do so…Dr. Tracey Bond” – Dr. Tracey Bond
- “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
- “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.” – Hal Borland
- “And you, November, are stunning. I don’t just mean that you’re beautiful, which you certainly are. I mean that you radiate kindness and laughter at the same time that you’re besting everyone with your knife skills. You trust people and believe in their goodness, even when everyone around you attacks and betrays you. I’ve never met anyone like you in my life and I would have to be the most foolish person alive not to tell you so.” – Adriana Mather, Hunting November
- “Remember, remember the Fifth of November, The Gunpowder Treason and Plot, I know of no reason Why the gunpowder treason Should ever be forgot. Guy Fawkes, Guy Fawkes, t’was his intent To blow up the King and Parli’ment. Three-score barrels of powder below To prove old England’s overthrow; By God’s providence he was catch’d With a dark lantern and burning match. Holloa boys, holloa boys, let the bells ring. Holloa boys, holloa boys, God save the King!” – Alan Moore, V for Vendetta
- “NOVEMBER Now chill & grey November Come slowly o’er the plain, Drearily the winter wind Sings songs of future pain. Wrapped closely in deep grey, She scarcely will let pass A little ray of sun To cheer the sodden grass. She scatters with her hand The leaves dried up and brown, The few that yet remain From gay October’s crown. Her eyes and dark and sad, Sad for the dying year, And often in the mist There falls a silent tear. Beneath a cheerless sky The trees are standing bare, The fog has risen thick And she is no more there.” – Beatrice Crane
- “It was a time of hope – a time to shine. The best moment of my life awaited me, with the most loved person calling me to meet her. It was spring in November – it was a blossom in desolation. It was the month of my exams – and exams led to glory. It was the last few days with the best of friends before departing to chase our own dreams. It was the season of jackets and sweaters. And those meant warmth and protection and love. And I stood, with an evening of November promising to be something truly special.” – Tshetrim Tharchen, A Play of the Cosmos: Script of the Stars
- “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
- “The Day After Halloween by Stewart Stafford November 1st, All Saints Day, Dawned crisp and bright, Golden leaves and burned-out husks of fireworks, Lay strewn in the grass by the smouldering bonfire. Decaying fruit in the trick-or-treat bag, Only fit to rendezvous with the refuse bag, Along with the scorched, sagging pumpkin, And already-fading memories of Halloween. Back to school looms, And eight weeks of classes, homework, And exams to cram for at crunch time, As the Christmas season saunters into view. © Stewart Stafford, 2021. All rights reserved.” – Stewart Stafford
- “November evenings are often cold and dry. It is a season of loss and a season of despair. The world is brown and yellow and naked. The bears had hibernated and the migrants from the north had moved to the south. It was a time of no harvest – and a time of no plantation. All that the people around knew were to sit around the warmth of the bukharis and spend family time with their loved ones. It was the beginning of the spell of despondency. It was the parallel of summer and the heart the autumn-winter transitions. It was a season of sweaters and yathras and jackets. The earth around was cold and barren.” – Tshetrim Tharchen, A Play of the Cosmos: Script of the Stars
- “November always seemed to me the Norway of the year. – Emily Dickinson
- “November is the older, harder man’s October. – Henry Rollins
- “In November, as before in autumn, everything withers away under the cold smile of art. – Honoré de Balzac
- “November comes And November goes, With the last red berries And the first white snows. – Clyde Watson
- “November is a month of magnificent highs and dismal lows. – Hal Borland
- “November is the most disagreeable month in the whole year, and I began it with a fit of flatness and depression. – Anne Brontë
Wrapping Up
November is a month that brings with it both joy and sorrow. It is the time when the last of summer fades away and winter comes knocking on our door. The days are shorter, the nights longer, but in this season of change, we find solace in huddling around warm fires, spending time with family and friends, and embracing the onset of the colder months. November is a month to be cherished and celebrated for its beauty, its unique atmosphere, and its ability to inspire us all.
