Leaves Quotes

If India builds the bomb we will eat grass or leaves, we will go hungry. But we will get one of our own.

As the future ripens in the past, so the past rots in the future -- a terrible festival of dead leaves.

Boughs are daily rifled By the gusty thieves, And the book of Nature Getteth short of leaves.

We do not "come into" this world; we come out of it, as leaves from a tree.

I was the kind of kid who liked omnivorously almost all kinds of science - rock collections, fossils - and I like leaves, I like plants, and I like biology.

You were the leaves, basking in the sunlight. I was the root, growing in the darkness ~Danzo

Napa cabbage is very beautiful, all those long, pale leaves with ruffled edges.

When great leaves fall, the winter is at hand.

Travelers repose and dream among my leaves.

We ought to think that we are one of the leaves of a tree, and the tree is all humanity. We cannot live without the others, without the tree.

I hope martial artists are more interested in the root of martial arts and not the different decorative branches, flowers or leaves. It is futile to argue as to which leaf, which design of branches, or which attractive flower you like; when you understand the root, you understand all its blossoming.

Not everybody has that mentality and that's fine, but once Robert Redford leaves this earth - later rather than sooner - his legacy will go on.

The leaves of memory seemed to make A mournful rustling in the dark

Autumn is a second spring when every leaf is a flower.

O wild West Wind, thou breath of Autumn's being. Thou, from whose unseen presence the leaves dead Are driven, like ghosts from an enchanter fleeing.

Yet the leaf is the chief product and phenomenon of Life: this is a green world, with animals comparatively few and small, and all dependent on the leaves. By leaves we live. Some people have strange ideas that they live by money. They think energy is generated by the circulation of coins. Whereas the world is mainly a vast leaf colony, growing on and forming a leafy soil, not a mere mineral mass: and we live not by the jingling of our coins, but by the fullness of our harvests.

Leaves are the Greek, flowers the Italian, phase of the spirit of beauty that reveals itself through the flora of the globe.

No two leaves were alike, and yet there is no antagonism between them or between the branches on which they grow.

Autumn is full of leave-taking.

A tree's wood is also its memoir.

May is much sunshine through small leaves.

The snow has at last melted, the fields regain their herbage, and the trees their leaves.

Leaf! you are so big! How can you change your color, then just fall! As if there were no such thing as integrity!