Quotes About Leaves

Because?' said the older man. 'That's one of the finest reasons in the world. Leaves lots of room for decisions.

Hästi sõnastatud teadmised on hea vaimutoit,» ütles Philip Sidney. Aga teisest küljest: «Sõnad on nagu puude lehed — sealt, kus neid on ohtralt, võib harva leida palju mõistuse vilja.» Alexander Pope.

Y en días de aire se ve al viento arrastrando hojas de árboles, cuando aquí, como tu ves, no hay árboles. Los hubo en algún tiempo, porque si no ¿de dónde saldrían esas hojas?

Al recorrerse las nubes, el sol sacaba luz a las piedras, irisaba todo de colores, se bebía el agua de la tierra, jugaba con el aire dándole brillo a las hojas con que jugaba el aire.

Upon the bank, she stood In the cool Of spent emotions. She felt, among the leaves, The dew Of old devotions. She walked upon the grass, Still quavering. The winds were like her maids, On timid feet, Fetching her woven scarves, Yet wavering.

Boredom is the dream bird that hatches the egg of experience. A rustling in the leaves drives him away.

The damps of autumn sink into the leaves and prepare them for the necessity of their fall; and thus insensibly are we, as years close around us, detached from our tenacity of life by the gentle pressure of recorded sorrow.

Youth fades; love droops; the leaves of friendship fall; a mother's secret hope outlives them all!

mixture of gardenia and something earthy like tea leaves—and

The customs and fashions of men change like leaves on the bough, some of which go and others come.

Spooky wild and gusty; swirling dervishes of rattling leaves race by, fleeing the windflung deadwood that cracks and thumps behind.

I shuddered and the wind threw a couple of wet, bronze leaves at my ankles. I kicked them off

Many amphibian eggs are black with the pigment melanin that protects their delicate cells from damage by ultra-violet light. Newt eggs, however, are white and lack pigment so they need protection of leaves.

sky darkened rapidly, darker every second; the wind rustled the trees in the park and the new leaves on the trees stood out tender and yellow against black clouds.

After class, I wandered downstairs in a dream, my head spinning, but acutely, achingly conscious that I was alive and young on a beautiful day; the sky a deep deep painful blue, wind scattering the red and yellow leaves in a whirlwind of confetti.

Kittens, kittens, showers of kittens, visitations of kittens. So many, you see them as Kitten, like leaves growing on a bare branch, staying heavy and green, then falling, exactly the same every year. People coming to visit say: What happened to that lovely kitten? What lovely kitten? They are all lovely kittens.

Try and make yourself comfortable on the sofa," invited Reg, fussing around hospitably. "I don't know if you'll manage it. It always feels to me as if it's been stuffed with cabbage leaves and cutlery.

the dead leaves blowing about his legs like brittle, papery demons sucked dry of all power, impuissant and doomed to crumble.

It was late afternoon, and the sun laid sharp golden halo on the ridges of the dunes, glinting on the grey-green leaves of the scrub. Behind the line of dunes that closed the valley to the south, the sea was peacefully snoring. Blue shadow crept across the flat sand floor, and the air grew sharp.

The plants filled the place, a forest of them, with nasty meaty leaves and stalks like the newly washed fingers of dead men. They smelled as overpowering as boiling alcohol under a blanket.

It was one of those autumn mornings which are devoid of melancholy, when the weather seems to be cleaning its house. A broom of wind sent the clouds above flying briskly and kept the fallen leaves scudding along the pavements, the trees looked as if they were being stripped to let the rains get at them better.

Poem for My Love How do we come to be here next to each other in the night Where are the stars that show us to our love inevitable Outside the leaves flame usual in darkness and the rain falls cool and blessed on the holy flesh the black men waiting on the corner for a womanly mirage I am amazed by peace It is this possibility of you asleep and breathing in the quiet air

The novelist Natsume Soseki counted his morning trips to the toilet a great pleasure, 'a physiological delight' he called it. And surely there could be no better place to savor this pleasure than a Japanese toilet where, surrounded by tranquil walls and finely grained wood, one looks out upon blue skies and green leaves.

A while back I heard bears have to stick leaves up their arse to stop ants crawling up there and biting them! I know the world is getting overpopulated but it isn't that crowded that things have to live up an arse. No wonder Paddington Bear left Peru for London. When you've got bears wanting to leave the country it makes me wonder what I'm doing here.