40 November Quotes That Will Make You Thankful for Fall

“Fear not November’s challenge bold. We’ve books and friends, and hearths that never can grow cold. These make amends.”

“Autumn… the year’s last, loveliest smile.”

“In November, the earth is growing quiet. It is making its bed, a winter bed for flowers and small creatures.”

“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.”

“Autumn is springtime in reverse.”

“The November evening had a bite; it nibbled not-quite-gently at her cheeks and ears.”

“November. Crows are approaching, wounded leaves fall to the ground.”

“How beautifully leaves grow old. How full of light and color are their last days.”

“That soft autumnal time, the woodland foliage now is gathered by the wild November blast.”

“There is October in every November and there is November in every December. All seasons melted in each other’s life.”

“It was the best kind of November day. Cold and crisp, but not quite freezing, not icy.”

“Winter is an etching, spring a watercolor, summer an oil painting, and autumn a mosaic of them all.”

“How sad would be November if we had no knowledge of the spring.”

“November comes, and November goes. With the last red berries and the first white snows.”

“I have come to regard November as the older, harder man’s October. I appreciate the early darkness and cooler temperatures.”

“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.”

"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."

"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."

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

“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.”