Nature Quotes

""The smells of Christmas are the smells of childhood.""

- Richard Paul Evans

"They say that no matter how old you become, when you are with your siblings, you revert back to childhood."

- Karen White

"A sibling is a little bit of childhood that can never be lost."

- Marion C. Garretty

"The cornstalks act as supports for the climbing beans, the beans fix nitrogen in the soil for the corn and squash, and the squash provides mulch and root protection for the corn and beans. And then, just to make it all perfect, when you eat the corn and beans together, they form a complete protein."

- Abbi Waxman

"Humans have been growing food for themselves since the dawn of time. Indeed, many plants have developed a dependance on us, just as some plants require digestion by birds to activate their seeds. We do our part by planting seeds in healthy soil, watering them, weeding them, and leaving them in peace. They return the favor by growing fruits and seeds and flowers that we like to eat."

- Abbi Waxman

"November comes and November goes, with the last red berries and the first white snows."

- Clyde Watson

"The wind that makes music in November corn is in a hurry."

- Aldo Leopold

"November at its best—with a sort of delightful menace in the air."

- Anne Bosworth Greene

"The August noon in us works to stave off the November chills."

- Ray Bradbury

"Now in November nearer comes the sun down the abandoned heaven."

- D. H. Lawrence

"November's sky  is chill and drear, November's leaf is red and sear."

- Sir Walter Scott

"The November wind has a sound different from any other, a low, dry whispering through the bare branches."

- John Burroughs

"Autumn carries more gold in its pocket than all other seasons."

- Jim Bishop

"November's sky is chill an drear, November's life is red and sear."

- Sir Walter Scott

"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

"Fallen leaves lying on the grass in the November sun bring more happiness than the daffodils."

- Cyril Connolly

"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

"Have you seen my heart, somewhere in your castle of yellow leaves?"

- E.M. Forster

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

- E.M. Forster

"November is chill, frosted mornings with a silver sun rising behind the trees, red cardinals at the feeders, and squirrels running scallops along the tops of the gray stone walls."

- Jean Hersey

"In November you begin to know how long the winter will be."

- Martha Gellhorn

"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."

- Cynthia Rylant

"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

"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…"

- Edward Thomas

"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

"November’s sky is chill and drear, November’s leaf is red and sear."

- Walter Scott

"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

"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

"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

"November with uncanny witchery in its changed trees. With murky red sunsets flaming in smoky crimson behind the westering hills. With dear days when the austere woods were beautiful and gracious in a dignified serenity of folded hands and closed eyes — days full of a fine, pale sunshine that sifted through the late, leafless gold of the juniper trees and glimmered among the grey beeches, lighting up evergreen banks of moss and washing the colonnades of the pines."

- L.M. Montgomery