Quotes About Leaf

For a water drop, the most beautiful house is a leaf; and for a man: The goodness! Let the goodness be your home you permanently live in!

Direct me, gods, whose changes are all holy,To where it flickers deep in grass, the moly:Cool flesh of magic in each leaf and shoot,From milky flower to the black forked root.

But what after all is one night? A short space, especially when the darkness dims so soon, and so soon a bird sings, a cock crows, or a faint green quickens, like a turning leaf, in the hollow of the wave.

The spring without a leaf to toss, bare and bright like a virgin fierce in her chastity, scornful in her purity, was laid out on fields wide-eyed and watchful and entirely careless of what was done or thought by the beholders.

puzzling that such imitations always pander so exclusively to the eye instead of also copying the damp fat feel of live petal and leaf.

But the future bores me. I imagine following it like a leaf into traffic. I imagine eating it like a heart made of oatmeal.

I was floating on a river of calm, a leaf on a current.

The autumn leaf falls faster than the trees grow faster. (La feuille d'automne descend plus vite - Que les arbres ne grandissent plus vite.)

And yet there is not in France, with its rich variety of soil and climate, a blade, a leaf, a root, a sprig, a peppercorn, which will grow to maturity under conditions more certain than those that have produced this horror. Crush

Annual income twenty pounds, annual expenditure nineteen nineteen six, result happiness. Annual income twenty pounds, annual expenditure twenty pounds ought and six, result misery. The blossom is blighted, the leaf is withered, the god of day goes down upon the dreary scene, and—and in short you are for ever floored. As I am!

Oh God! to hear the Insect on the leaf pronouncing on the too much life among his hungry brothers in the dust!

How grand it is this falling out of love— This falling out of you into the world! I had forgotten how the rivers move… I had forgotten how a leaf is curled… I think I had forgotten that the sun Is warmer than the beaming of your eyes... Now I can celebrate again the rites Of the world's loving; share its ecstasies...

The words of his Zen Buddhist flight instructor echoed in his head: You are a leaf on the wind.

pag. 74 I am a tree The essntial reason for my loneliness is that I don't even know where I belong. I was supposed to be part of a story, but I fell from there like a leaf in autumn. (My name is Red )

studying biology" was our code word for visiting the brothel. We remembered there was a sign on the front of the mansion, READING CRESCENT HOTEL-RESTAURANT, and that the girls had botanical aliases—Flower, Leaf, Daphne, Rose.

We all see nature's wonders every day, whether it be a plant that moves or a sunset that reaches with pink fingers into a sky of deep blue. The key to true curiosity is pausing to ponder the causes. What makes a sky blue or a sunset pink or a leaf of sleeping grass curl?

When I rise up let me rise up joyful like a bird. When I fall let me fall without regret like a leaf.

...I see the turning of a leaf dancing in an autumn sun, and brilliant shades of crimson glowing when a day is done...

Tomorrow we will only give them a leaf of the tree of our love, a leaf which will fall on the earth like if it had been made by our lips like a kiss which falls from our invincible heights to show the fire and the tenderness of a true love.

Why must the gate be narrow? Because you cannot pass beyond it burdened. To come in among these trees you must leave behind the six days' world, all of it, all of its plans and hopes. You must come without weapon or tool, alone, expecting nothing, remembering nothing, into the ease of sight, the brotherhood of eye and leaf.

Or rather that crisp command fell upon the current of his thought like a dry leaf on the surface of a deeply flowing stream, to be borne forty years away.

Where the shadow of the bridge fell I could see down for a long way, but not as far as the bottom. When you leave a leaf in water a long time after awhile the tissue will be gone and the delicate fibres waving slow as the motion of sleep. They don't touch one another, no matter how knotted up they once were, no matter how close they lay once to the bones.

We are armed with language adequate to describe each leaf of the filed, but not to describe human character.

If your life is a leaf that the seasons tear off and condemn they will bind you with love that is graceful and green as a stem.