Quotes About November

It was November, that quiet, gray time of the year when you feel like holding someone's hand. Gretel had her own hands clasped together, like a corpse.

Painting a picture of 'Loup' for Melody Maker in late November, it was clear that Paul considered the jam to be a highlight of Wings' yet to be issued album.

Resentment, anger, and fear all were gone. Only sadness remained. She gathered her collar against the wind and returned to her car in the waning light of the November day.

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.

The house was very quiet, and the fog—we are in November now—pressed against the windows like an excluded ghost.

Both of them lived in the grips of forces they had no control over--the November wind, the revolutions of the earth.

Frau Rosenbaum describes the November light in Venice, how it simultaneously hardens and softens everything. "In the evenings that light is like liquid," she sighs. "You want to drink it.

Every battle has a decisive point (place, time, event, or decision on the battlefield that led to victory), but our decisive point wasn't on the battlefield. We didn't know it, but it was at that point in time, on that cold, rainy, November night, that the battle at Debecka was won.

In the midst of . . . despair, came November the 8th, 2016. It was on that day . . . that God declared that the people, not the pollsters, were gonna choose the next president of the United States. And they chose Donald Trump

reason died in 1914, November 1914 ... after that everybody began to rave ...

It was always November there.

It was an overcast late November morning, the grass splintered by hoarfrost, and winter grinning through the gaps in the clouds like a bad clown peering through the curtains before the show begins.

November's days are thirty: November's earth is dirty, Those thirty days, from first to last; And the prettiest things on ground are the paths.... Few care for the mixture of earth and water, Twig, leaf, flint, thorn, Straw, feather, all that men scorn, Pounded up and sodden by flood, Condemned as mud.

Even in November 1938, after five years of anti-Semitic legislation and persecution, they still owned, according to the Times correspondent in Berlin, something like a third of the real property in the Reich.

This November, with the re-election of President Barack Obama, this generation of Americans will ever expand upon the hope, the truth and the promise of America.

TRYING TO FILL THE empty SPACE i don't know if I will ever understand this Ache. Perhaps it is simpley and completely Love and what HAPPENS. at the end. Loss November 17, early morning

Looking out the rain-fogged window at the gray November day, Mary felt almost grateful for the snug warmth of her well-heated chamber. Escape, the captive queen decided with a yawn, would have to wait until spring.

I do, therefore, invite my fellow citizens . . . to set apart and observe the last Thursday of November next, as a day of Thanksgiving and Praise to our beneficent Father who dwelleth in the Heavens.

weirdness of Halloween gave birth to November, stately and ponderous, the dramatic darkening in the days. She rested, and tried to dig a deep hole for herself, pull in her soul's cloak around her. The light of December was pinched, and it hung down, glowering and tight, and then rushed toward the winter solstice. The

Darcy didn't want this interruption to last only a year. She wanted to see how long she could stretch this feeling out. To be dizzy with words again, like in that glorious week at the end of last November when everything had fallen into place. Darcy wanted that feeling not just for a year. She wanted it forever.

I did not in late November start the plethora of linking my private life with public events again.

across the snowy field the barn light gleams - it's the loneliness of November twilight...

In an interview with the main tabloid, Bild, in November 2004, shortly before becoming chancellor, she was asked what emotions Germany aroused in her. She replied, 'I am thinking of airtight windows. No other country can build such airtight and beautiful windows.

1852-55 The middle of November found the travellers back again in Florence, and it was nearly three years before they again quitted Italy. No doubt, after the excitement of the coup d'état in Paris, and the subsequent manÅ"uvres of Louis Napoleon, which culminated in this very month in his exchanging the title of President for that of Emperor, Florence must have seemed very quiet, if not dull.