#November quotes

[y0uneedme]

"You are surrounded by God on all sides, rest assured."

[floralpoeticss]

November is the month of poets, artists, thinkers, lovers and wanderers.

[vividiangelo]

"November—with uncanny witchery in its changed trees. With murky red sunsets flaming in smoky crimson behind the westering hills."

–L.M. Montgomery

[positivelypresent]

Be patient with yourself. 🤎

[edwardian-girl-next-door]

Saturday, November 15th, 1919

"& so here I am, sitting after Saturday tea, a large warm meal, full of currants & sugar & hot tea cake, after a long cold walk."

~ Virginia Woolf, The Diary of Virginia Woolf, vol. 1 (1915-1919), ed. Anne Olivier Bell

[sk-lumen]

“Let this be the November you always remember. The November you chose to believe there was more to your future than you were able to see. The November where you learned to trust that after everything happened, in time, you would grow in the courage to open up again. And you could look forward to these new unknowns, believing that no matter what would happen, you would still grow. You would still be worthy of love, even though you were made to feel you were not good enough. Let this be the November you chose to rise above. Let this be the November where everything changed, and you decided you were free to heal and never be the same.”

— Morgan Harper Nichols

[thoselovelythings]

[lettersbycandlelight]

by taylorashleypoetry

[embeccy]

"I am not a woman, but the light that falls on this gate, on this ground. l am the seasons, I think sometimes, January, May, November; the mud, the mist, the dawn. I cannot be tossed about, or float gently, or mix with other people."

- Virginia Woolf

[letsbeapoemtogether]

― E.M. Forster, Howards End

[y0uneedme]

What does a person do when he feels that everything inside has completely turned off

[floralpoeticss]

But the dark feels different in November.

– Nina MacLaughlin, from "The Dark Feels Different in November", The Paris Review

[godzilla-reads]

“November is silence,” says the Gaelic rann, but “every moment withered leaves are trembling down,” so that the silences of the month are none the less expressive in the Garden.

—Monthly Cleanings in a Scottish Garden by L.H. Soutar

[curvyquette]

November:

the last month of autumn, but the beginning of a new adventure, the month of poets, artists, thinkers, lovers and wanderers.

[edwardian-girl-next-door]

Monday, November 4th, 1918

"I keep thinking of different ways to manage my scenes; conceiving endless possibilities; seeing life, as I walk about the streets, an immense opaque block of material to be conveyed by me into its equivalent of language."

~ Virginia Woolf, The Diary of Virginia Woolf, vol. 1 (1915-1919), ed. Anne Olivier Bell

[traditionalwitch]

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