Quotes About Leaves

The road was dark, edged with trees. Looking up, he could see a few leaves against the stars; the leaves were twisted and dry, ready to fall. There were distant lights in the windows of houses scattered through the countryside; but the lights made the road seem lonelier. He never felt loneliness except when he was happy.

the weather had quickly turned cold and dark, an arctic wind stripping the trees bare of leaves, as if the unusually mild weather we had enjoyed on election night had been merely part of an elaborate set

A breeze shook rain out of new leaves onto their hair, but in their pursuit of eternity they never noticed the chill.

loved the air after a hard rain, and the way a forest of dripping leaves fills itself with a sibilant percussion that empties your head of words.

Vester died in dogwood winter. April, the month of the whole sorry world praying for deliverance, with dogwoods and redbuds all pretty on the roadsides and new green leaves lighting up the mountains.

The wind sighed through the trees, and the fallen leaves rattled up the deserted walks and around the hubcaps of parked cars. It was a faint and sorrowful sound, and the boy thought that he might be the only one in Boulder awake enough to hear it.

The falling of the leaves is the truth. The sweeping is the truth. The wind's blowing them away is the truth. The people's anger also is the truth. If your mind is moving, you can't understand the truth. You must first understand that form is emptiness, emptiness is form. Next, no form, no emptiness. Then you will understand that form is form, emptiness is emptiness. Then all these actions are the truth. And then you will find your true home.

Give me a land of boughs in leaf A land of trees that stand; Where trees are fallen there is grief; I love no leafless land.

In the whisper of the leaves appears an interchange of love.

For a heart without love is a song with no words And a tune to which no one is listening So your heart must give love and you'll find that You shine like rain on the leaves you'll be glistening.

I saw within Its depth how It conceives All things in a single volume bound by Love of which the universe is the scattered leaves.

Summer heat, the first early morning of it…step out and suddenly notice this: summer arrives, has arrived, is arriving. Birds grow less than leaves although they cheep, dip, arc.

I wish to leave the worldBy its natural door;In my tomb of green leavesThey are to carry me to die.Do not put me in the darkTo die like a traitor;I am good, and like a good thingI will die with my face to the sun.

An indescribable sadness emanated from the white splendour of the staircase and balustrade; the blood-red, now almost black splendour of the carpets. The huge palms in their huge pots looked like they had recently arrived from the cemetery. Their dark green leaves also looked blackish, like wizened, perished weapons from olden days.

too many leaves. He was a warrior, not a worrier!

Le sillabe del mio nome in bocca a lei mi scuotono ogni volta, mi afferrano dai poveri pensieri sulle cose da fare e mi portano nel cerchio della felicità. La sua voce è il vento per le mie orecchie foglie, insieme fanno per me il suono più bello del mondo. [La faccia delle nuvole]

Jen's been hiding the sugary cereals behind the granola, so I forget we have them. It's not a very nice thing to do. Jen likes the granola that feels like crackling leaves. I like cereal with taste as opposed to feelings.

Excessive hype, bankruptcy, cash burning like autumn leaves - such is the stuff of short-selling.

Have you ever watched a leaf leave a tree? It falls upward first, and then it drifts toward the ground, just as I find myself drifting towards you.

Freeze herbs by stem and all - don't just freeze the leaves. It's better to keep them sturdier. Put the stems and the leaves together into a plastic bag, and just wrap it up and freeze it like that.

Sentences must stir in a book like leaves in a forest, each distinct from each despite their resemblance.

Autumn came, and the leaves in the forest turned to orange and gold. Then, as winter approached, the wind caught them as they fell

Make the universe your companion, always bearing in mind the true nature of things-mountains and rivers, trees and grasses, and humanity-and enjoy the falling blossoms and the scattering leaves.

You will come home before the leaves have fallen from the trees.