“...when he walks, he sounds like a tree still full of dead leaves holding on.” — Zachary Schomburg Copy Share Image
“The minutes I had left with him fall away like dead leaves pulled from branches.” — Veronica Roth Copy Share Image
“The dead leaves fly. They're cropped and gathered to the rich barn of the earth.” — Jim Crace Copy Share Image
It is not everyone,' said Elinor, 'who has your passion for dead leaves. — Jane Austen Copy Share Image
“As the future ripens in the past... a terrible festival of dead leaves” — Anna Ahkmatova Copy Share Image
“You can’t speak life to others if you don’t know how to speak life to yourself. Dead leaves can’t breathe.” — Kemi Sogunle Copy Share Image
“As only dead leaves allow the wind to blow them to and fro, never allow yourself to be swayed by popular opinion.” — Matshona Dhliwayo Copy Share Image
Am like a tree I shed off dead leaves. Put away excess baggage because it can easily become garbage — Frank Matobo Copy Share Image
Photos are profound because they have such short lives. They are more like fingerprints, dead leaves, rain puddles, or the corpses of… — Tom Waits Copy Share Image
Those who think fallen leaves are dead leaves haven't seen them dancing on a windy day ¥ — Anonymous Copy Share Image
“My memories are like coins in the devil's purse: when you open it you find only dead leaves.” — Jean-Paul Sartre Copy Share Image
I’m in a shallow hole, not filled with the humming orange bubbles of my hallucination but with old, dead leaves. — Suzanne Collins Copy Share Image
As the future ripens in the past, so the past rots in the future -- a terrible festival of dead leaves. — Anna Akhmatova Copy Share Image
“There is a rustle of dead leaves. Dried sap, a branch crack, the whirring teeth of Mr. Omaru's saw. My father--my real… — Karen Russell Copy Share Image
“Unlike the bough that shook off her dead leaves violently like a wet terrier, unlike the beating of the butterfly, her wings,… — V.S. Atbay Copy Share Image
“This sun and blue sky were only a snare. This is the hundredth time I've let myself be caught. My memories are… — Jean-Paul Sartre Copy Share Image
The cities swept about me like dead leaves, leaves that were brightly colored but torn away from the branches. I would have… — Tennessee Williams Copy Share Image
The day is cold, and dark, and dreary; It rains, and the wind in never weary; The vine still clings to the… — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share Image
“Dear, dear Norland,' said Elinor, 'probably looks much as it always does at this time of year. The woods and walks thickly… — Jane Austen Copy Share Image
The trees change their voices in autumn as well as their shapes. No longer do they whisper to one another in muffled… — Patience Strong Copy Share Image
“Reluctance Out through the fields and the woods And over the walls I have wended; I have climbed the hills of view… — Robert Frost Copy Share Image
