F. Sionil Jose

November is auspicious in so many parts of the country—the rice harvest is already in, the weather starts to cool, and the festive glow which precedes Christmas has began to brighten the landscape.

Maurice Maeterlinck

Maurice Polydore Marie Bernard Maeterlinck: (Ghent, 29 August 1862 – Nice, 6 May 1949). Belgian poet, playwright, essayist and translator. He wrote his works in French and received the Nobel Prize for Literature in 1911. Every year, in November, at the season that follows the hour of the dead, the crowning and majestic hours of… Lees verder Maurice Maeterlinck

Clyde Watson

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.

Julie Andrews

November came roaring in with gusty winds and more wet weather. Mandy’s depression would not go away. Her garden seemed sad, too. It was virtually empty now, and the few brave flowers that remained there were flattened by rain, their yellow stalks sprawling in all directions. Most of the trees were bare, and the woods… Lees verder Julie Andrews