Leaf Quotes

“In every change, in every falling leaf there is some pain, some beauty. And that's the way new leaves grow.”
― Amit Ray

“There is another alphabet, whispering from every leaf, singing from every river, shimmering from every sky.”
― Dejan Stojanovic

“I was drinking in the surroundings: air so crisp you could snap it with your fingers and greens in every lush shade imaginable offset by autumnal flashes of red and yellow.”
― Wendy Delsol, Stork

“A withered maple leaf has left its branch and is falling to the ground; its movements resemble those of a butterfly in flight. Isn't it strange? The saddest and deadest of things is yet so like the gayest and most vital of creatures?”
― Ivan Turgenev, Fathers and Sons

“Only with a leaf
can I talk of the forest,”
― Visar Zhiti, The Condemned Apple: Selected Poetry

“Even a leaf in the wind settles sometimes.”
― Alison Goodman, Eon: Dragoneye Reborn

“Feelings are real. They often become one’s reality. But they are not always based on truth.”
― Jesikah Sundin, Elements

“Mindfulness arises when you allow your attention to fall effortlessly on the breathing point like an autumn leaf falling on a lake of still water”
― Amit Ray, Beautify your Breath - Beautify your Life

“leaves glow under
a haze of sunlight,
and hang
still on a windless
day”
― Bremer Acosta, Cosmos in a Tree

“Why do you take off your clothes in the winter
and then cover up in the summer?
Baring it all,
Grandstanding,
Not even one leaf,
You naked tree”
― Charmaine J. Forde

“They tell you to turn into a new leaf and then complain about your faded colour.”
― Nitya Prakash

“We were in the woods, and not a parent or a friend on earth knew where. At this moment, we were untraceable, this notion an odd pleasure. A patch of fallen leaves glowed in a pool of golden sun, and the dim forest air smelled sweet, of young lilac, invisible sage.”
― Aspen Matis, Your Blue Is Not My Blue: A Missing Person Memoir

“Seamless like a fall leaf changing color, my will switched powerfully.”
― Aspen Matis, Your Blue Is Not My Blue: A Missing Person Memoir

“The leaf does not immediately absorb the drop of water falling on it; she slowly drinks with great pleasure!”
― Mehmet Murat ildan

“The leaves spring green tips floated by, caressing softly countless gentle beings”
― Jazz Feylynn

“Years come n go as we age,
Green is the youth, the fresh,
With time the green beckons
shade of gold, the golden era,
Alas! Nothing lasts forever,
Brown is the end for the leaf,
So is life for even the mighty,
That what begins has to end,
Gratifying what ends, begins
again for a new life, old love.
Generation to generation, Amen!”
― Mukesh Kwatra

“When the wind comes leaves get ready to take their first flight.”
― Anthony T. HIncks

“Each one desires to be a flower, but none wants to be a leaf.”
― Leo Patrick Lipana

“Do something worthwhile. Something that would last after you’re gone. Be like a leaf, during spring and summer, it provides light to the tree. And in the fall,
it tumbles, carried by the river, to fulfill another sublime role.”
― Anoir Ou-chad, The Alien

“Take what you have of what remains, take the colors of what is still left, for this is the flame that will set your soul ablaze before that moment comes when the leaf trembles shuddering in its last joy, the robin cries knowing it is the last song. Sing, Sing, O Sojourner, no season is meant to stay. The deeps are filled with a bitter sweet nostalgia... the cinnamon, nutmeg, cider roast smell, the earth sparkling, feasting on the colors, the grounds merry making as the leaves softly play, for this is the life's sacred performance art, as the earth is playing the grand finale before it slips in the winter's white silence....”
― Jayita Bhattacharjee

“She looked at the city streets coated in rain, the early light illuminating their inky blackness, their darkness beautifully framed by the lighter concrete gutters and sidewalks.
Broadway looks just like a big blackberry galette, Sam thought, before shaking her head at the terrible analogy.
That would have earned a C minus in English lit, she thought, but my instructors at culinary school would be proud.
Sam slowed for a second and considered the streets. So would my family, she added.
New York had its own otherworldly beauty, stunning in its own sensory-overload sort of way, but a jarring juxtaposition to where Sam had grown up: on a family orchard in northern Michigan.
Our skyscrapers were apple and peach trees, Sam thought, seeing dancing fruit in her mind once again. She smiled as she approached Union Square Park and stopped to touch an iridescent green leaf, still wet and dripping rain, her heart leaping at its incredible tenderness in the midst of the city. She leaned in and lifted the leaf to her nose, inhaling, the scents of summer and smells of her past- fresh fruit, fragrant pine, baking pies, lake water- flooding her mind.”
― Viola Shipman, The Recipe Box

“Books---in them is engraved the constellation of words, the cluster of stars that a pen brings down from the sky to the leaf....”
― Jayita Bhattacharjee

“Each leaf tells us a story. The story of its struggle. The story of the storms that it faces in life.”
― Avijeet Das, Why the Silhouette?

“Each leaf tells us a story. The story of its struggle. The struggle against the storms that it faces in life.”
― Avijeet Das, Why the Silhouette?

“No, life's not wholly vanished here. / You only have to look for it, / behind, before, between these leaves, / above the broken ends of branches / where one small bluebird takes its pause...

(from Between These Leaves)”
― Robert J. Tiess, The Humbling and Other Poems

“The dead leaf comes to life with the wind! He ascends to heights he has never known; migrates to places he never knew; he encounters trees he has never heard of, meets oceans he has never seen! Death takes the soul of the leaf, but the wind gives him a soul again!”
― Mehmet Murat ildan

“Let me ask you.... what pulls you into life ...when you gulp inside the hardest of ache...let me ask you.....how you still go on living... knowing the roots have grown so dull....let me ask you ....how you continue living...knowing every walk has become the hardest slog..... for beneath the leaves are the memories... you carefully pushed aside...let me ask you how you meet your eyes when all that you housed inside....is still breathing and burning you alive.....could it be a joy on the other side of loss....could it be a dream on the other side of despair.....”
― Jayita Bhattacharjee

“In this city of concave algae ponds,
my mother begins to plant bonsais, nettle and leaf: silk against the skin.”
― Sneha Subramanian Kanta

“When every leaf is shed, the branches still remain and faraway in the woods though a robin cries, the song still remains for as the days unwind, they bring you sadness in the moments that should have held joy....”
― Jayita Bhattacharjee

“The song of leaves as they fall, that life is to be celebrated, to fill your soul with colors, so they can ignite you when winter comes..”
― Jayita Bhattacharjee