I wish I understood the beauty in leaves falling. To whom…

So much is made about the beginnings of ballet careers, the rosebud, and then once the petals and leaves start falling off, is it…

— Wendy Whelan

“So begins their pursuit of beauty: leaves tumble into barrels of water and lye, the green tears of plants steamed to the clarity of…

— Ramon C. Sunico

“I would lie for hours by the window gazing down upon the black lake and up at the mountains silhouetted against the wan sky,…

— Hermann Hesse

Water was something he loved, something he respected. He understood its beauty and its dangers. He talked about swimming as if it were a…

— Benjamin Alire Saenz

Leonardo da Vinci had such a playful curiosity. If you read his notebooks, you'll see he's curious about what the tongue of a woodpecker…

— Walter Isaacson

“I don't know how to describe it so I won't, but if you died and in your will you asked for your ashes to…

— William Goldman

If a man cannot understand the beauty of life, it is probably because life never understood the beauty in him.

— Criss Jami

“And like blots upon the landscape rose the cupolas above the ways to the Underworld. I understood now what all the beauty of the…

— H.G. Wells

“But I've always been a sucker for externals alone: the shape, the shine, what the surface suggests to my palm. So mechanically disinclined it's…

— Marisa de los Santos

Now the leaves are falling fast, Nurse's flowers will not last; Nurses to their graves are gone, And the prams go rolling on.

— W. H. Auden

A moral character is attached to autumnal scenes; the leaves falling like our years, the flowers fading like our hours, the clouds fleeting like…

— François-René de Chateaubriand

Now the leaves are falling fast, Nurse’s flowers will not last, Nurses to their graves are gone, But the prams go rolling on.

— W. H. Auden

“Watch the beauty of your life tree old leaves falling and allowing new ones to sprout !”

— Joy Lima

Autumn is the hardest season. The leaves are all falling, and they're falling like they're falling in love with the ground.

— Andrea Gibson

And now, my poor old woman, why are you crying so bitterly? It is autumn. The leaves are falling from the trees like burning…

— Mervyn Peake