November Night Quotes

#1. At 15, 16, you think you're going to be captain of England. But I realised it wasn't going to happen for me on a windy November night in Darlington, coming to my peak at the age of 23 but still playing for Mansfield Town.

Aidy Boothroyd

#2. He stayed there for a week , walking the streets where their footsteps had clicked together through the November night and revisiting the out-of-the-way places to which they had driven in her white car.

F Scott Fitzgerald

#3. The unwelcome November rain had perversely stolen the day's last hour and pawned it with that ancient fence, the night.

F Scott Fitzgerald

#4. Seen on a night in November
How frail
Above the bulk
Of crashing water hangs,
Autumn, evanescent, wan,
The moon.

Adelaide Crapsey

#5. Long cold nights mark November's return, grey rains fall, wind walks in the bronze oak leaves.

Gladys Taber

#6. ...he could feel hot tears coming to his eyes as the image of that night, outside the house as the November wind blew black leaves up off the ground and the sky turned colors like bruised flesh.

David Nickle

#7. There's nothing terribly wrong with The November Man in a serviceable late-night cable TV sort of way but neither is there anything terribly right about it. It's unnecessary and derivative.

James Berardinelli

#8. 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

#9. The wild gander leads his flock through the cool night, Ya-honk! he says, and sounds it down to me like an invitation: The pert may suppose it meaningless, but I listen closer, I find its purpose and place up there toward the November sky.

Walt Whitman

#10. Before she closed the door, she hit me with this one: "I feel like it's November first," she said, "and I'm that discarded jack-o'-lantern whose heart and guts are splattered all over the boulevard of broken promises."
"And a good night to you, too," I said.

Rick Detorie

#11. 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