Leaves Quotes

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Roman Payne
“It’s not that we have to quit
this life one day, but it’s how
many things we have to quit
all at once: music, laughter,
the physics of falling leaves,
automobiles, holding hands,
the scent of rain, the concept
of subway trains... if only one
could leave this life slowly!”
Roman Payne, Rooftop Soliloquy

Dejan Stojanovic
“To hear never-heard sounds,
To see never-seen colors and shapes,
To try to understand the imperceptible
Power pervading the world;
To fly and find pure ethereal substances
That are not of matter
But of that invisible soul pervading reality.
To hear another soul and to whisper to another soul;
To be a lantern in the darkness
Or an umbrella in a stormy day;
To feel much more than know.
To be the eyes of an eagle, slope of a mountain;
To be a wave understanding the influence of the moon;
To be a tree and read the memory of the leaves;
To be an insignificant pedestrian on the streets
Of crazy cities watching, watching, and watching.
To be a smile on the face of a woman
And shine in her memory
As a moment saved without planning.”
Dejan Stojanovic

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

Wendy Delsol
“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

“Are ye the ghosts of fallen leaves, O flakes of snow, For which, through naked trees, the winds A-mourning go?”
John Banister Tabb

James Patterson
“Tears were dripping onto my dress, but I wasn't making any sound. There was no sound to express thid kind of pain.
I didn't want to move, didn't want to do anything. Fang was not waiting for me out in the living room. Tomorrow morning, when I woke up, Fang would still be gone.”
James Patterson, Fang

“Come, little leaves," said the Wind one day, "Come to the meadows with me and play. Put on your dresses of red and gold; For Summer is past, and the days grow cold.”
George Cooper

Michael Montoure
“He'd grown unused to woods like this. He'd become accustomed to the Northwest, evergreen and shaded dark. Here he was surrounded by soft leaves, not needles; leaves that carried their deaths secretly inside them, that already heard the whispers of Autumn. Roots and branches that knew things.”
Michael Montoure, Slices

“To ask why we fall in love is to ask why the leaves fall. And to ask how we stay in love is to ask how the trees stay.”


Leaves descending to the ground,
Orange, magenta, green & brown
The cool crisp breezes in the air,
Autumn season must be here”
Charmaine J Forde

E.L. Konigsburg
“I made myself a glass of chocolate milk using enough syrup for three normal glasses. I also made myself four peanut butter crackers. Then I walked out the living room door to our terrace. The trees were coming! New green was all over ... green so new that it was kissing yellow.”
E.L. Konigsburg, Jennifer, Hecate, Macbeth, William McKinley, and Me, Elizabeth

Craig Groeschel
“No matter what I feel, I hold the assurance that God never leaves me.”
Craig Groeschel, The Christian Atheist: Believing in God but Living As If He Doesn't Exist

Patrick Geddes
“This is a green world, with animals comparatively few and small, and dependent on the leaves. By leaves we live.”
Patrick Geddes

Remy Alberi
“the first snowflakes caress
the love lace of dying leaves”
Remy Alberi, The Comprehension Watch

Bodhi Smith
“falling into the mist
through colorful trees
on wings of love

becoming a part
of colors ablaze
in autumn's leaves

holding each color
with floating kisses
on sighs of feathers”
Bodhi Smith, Bodhi Smith Impressionist Photography

Avijeet Das
“I heard the breeze whisper your name to the trees. And the flowers giggled smiling at the leaves. I and my loneliness keep talking about you.”
Avijeet Das

Rolf van der Wind
“Susan, you are like autumn leaves falling to the ground, and I love the gravitational force pulling you closer to me.”
Rolf van der Wind

Jeffrey Fry
“Becoming a slave to our passions leaves us no freedom of choice.”
Jeffrey Fry

Alexandra Monir
“Keeping my eyes trained on the green leaves of the tree opposite me, I raise my arms in their direction. One of the leaves abruptly falls from its branch and, instead of blowing to the ground, drifts across the sky toward me. I gasp as a second leaf follows, and then a third, until a flurry of green is flying through my window, encircling me.
I drop my arms, and the leaves fall to my feet. Exhilaration floods through me. That was... amazing.”
Alexandra Monir, Suspicion

“The tree of life may have a thousand leaves but all these leaves are the same tree.”
Wald Wassermann

Kristen Ciccarelli
“After they toweled her off, Emeline grudgingly let them dress her in a pale gold gown that fell to the floor. A trail of delicate poplar leaves was sewn into the bodice. The leaves, stitched in ivory thread, trailed gently along the boatneck collar, as if blown there by a breeze. They were so finely wrought, she could almost see them moving.
Next, the women braided her black hair into a knot at the nape of her neck, lacing it through with sprigs of Queen Anne's lace.
Last, they took her sliced palm and carefully salved it, then wrapped it tight with slender strips of gauzy white cotton, fastening it with with a golden pin.
"There," said the curvy brown attendant, her voice like summer rain. A smile ghosted her soft lips as she turned Emeline to the gilt mirror. "Look."
In the polished smoky surface, Emeline found a stranger staring back. Gone was the broke musician who desperately needed new jeans, who wore her grandfather's oversized cardigan to keep him close, and who rarely remembered to brush her hair.
The girl standing in the mirror had stepped straight out of a story. Her black eyes were dark pools in her pale face, and her cheekbones were dusted with gold to match her dress.
She looked utterly foreign and strange.”
Kristen Ciccarelli, Edgewood

Jayita Bhattacharjee
“A soul that smiles in empathy is a soul that blew away the sadness as the wild wilds blew. A soul that parts its lips is a soul that smiled away the sadness, as the autumn leaves flew....”
Jayita Bhattacharjee

Avijeet Das
“As the leaves fell slowly from the Jacaranda, I ran to catch a piece of the sky.”
Avijeet Das

Robert J. Tiess
“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

Robert J. Tiess
“Old foliage ignores the anxious sun / since dismal winds convince each brittle branch / to hold no moment closely or too long / now shadows spread and all turns silhouette. / But then she smiles, reviving life with light, / and hope may spring eternal one more night.

(from April, Autumnal)”
Robert J. Tiess, The Humbling and Other Poems

“Dirt under her fingernails, the gentle breeze in her hair, and the sound of the wind rustling through the leaves like a soft hand stroking the fabric of the earth soothed her senses; it all culminated into one of the most comforting feelings in the world.”
Victoria Lynn

Victoria     Lynn
“Dirt under her fingernails, the gentle breeze in her hair, and the sound of the wind rustling through the leaves like a soft hand stroking the fabric of the earth soothed her senses; it all culminated into one of the most comforting feelings in the world.”
Victoria Lynn, Once I Knew

“I rake a mangle of stick
and leaf and divots of moss. I am industrious,
that Midwest virtue.”
Jan Worth

Bhuwan Thapaliya
“What can be more gorgeous than the sunlight streaming through the flowers? Glowworm crawling among the fallen leaves at night, or an act of random kindness, perhaps.”
Bhuwan Thapaliya

Avijeet Das
“As the leaves fell slowly
from the trees,
you played your violin for me,
and I recited my poem for you...”
Avijeet Das

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