Quotes About Leaves

gazing up at the stars through the gently moving leaves. They seem close, the stars, but they're far away. Their light is millions, billions of years out of date. Messages with no sender.

a few brown leaves are stuck to the outside of the glass like leather tongues.

eyes that had the still gleam of a forest pool in winter when brown leaves shine up through quiet water.

Surgery is the red flower that blooms among the leaves and thorns that are the rest of medicine.

Above me, wind does it's best to blow leaves off the aspen tree a month too soon. No use wind. All you succeed in doing is making music; the noise of failure growing beautiful.

Lasher,' she said, 'for the wind which you send that lashes the grasslands, for the wind that lashes the leaves from the trees.

As for his father, he saw death in the falling leaves.

In this soft rainy realm, where water sings as it falls from the darkening leaves, as the earth falls from the uneven edges above

leaving the air crystal and sweet and the dusty, used leaves sparkling. The lake surface was a diamond-dusted, dancing indigo...

Love has been buried forever under the leaves at my feet. I lie down on the ground and rest my head on my bag. The grass tickles my arms where I bend the stalks under my neck. I want to sleep.

The hand above turns those leaves of loves, all in all a timeless view. Each dream of life flung from paradise everlasting, ever new.

Memory heaps dead leaves on corpse-like deeds, from under which they do but vaguely offend the sense.

every time I look at you autumn leaves come in between - does it matter they're the color of your hair - or they still fall in my memory?...

The person who leaves the teachings of the Honorable Elijah Muhammad makes himself a fool. The advice to all our people is Get On To Your Own Kind, this world is at hand!

In those places where the gold and auburn leaves still cling to the trees and brushes, the dappled shadows moving underneath them formed diminished crescents, layer on layer of moving images.

The boy who was Strifbjorn is a whore. It's an irony the wolf should be prepared to savor, before he leaves the boy to his fate.

Kit wondered if they were real fey animals, or if they would disappear into dried leaves and twists of straw with the down's advent.

Summer was over in twenty minutes that day. Finished. At four o'clock in the afternoon the roses were quiet on their stems, full-blown, fulfilled; the water in the pool was warm; the leaves on the trees quiet, too, and green. The cat lay with his belly to the sun, steeped in heat.

The leaves were half-gone now. The Norway maples still hung on to their yellow, but most of the orangey-red of the sugar maples had found their way to the ground, leaving behind the stark branches that seemed to hang like stuck-out arms and tiny fingers, skeletal and bleak.

He had meditated changing his lodgings; but now, on a judicial review of the case in all its bearings, his calmer judgment told him that the race of landladies is like to the race of the leaves, and that there was but little to choose between them.

Because color meant life - humans, or animals, or plants, with their different petals, their changeable leaves, the way their chlorophyll pulsed bright and vital with the warmth of the sun.

We know that Xabi Alonso has done a lot for Real Madrid, but this is Real and when a good player leaves, another good player comes in.

I'd never been to Rhode Island before, I loved it there. Watching the leaves change color in the fall was just gorgeous. I loved it.

Gone. We were out in the country and everything slowed down into rolling hills covered with snow. There were trees, but no leaves, and I could not remember seeing anything so white and clean. Winter in the city was gray and the snow was dirty, but out here it was so bright it hurt my eyes and I had to turn away.