He types his labored column - weary drudge! Senile fudge and solemn: spare, editor, to condemn these dry leaves of his autumn. — Robertson Davies Copy Share Image
I was born to find goblins in their caves / And chase moonlight / To see shadows and seek hidden rivers /… — James Kavanaugh Copy Share Image
We live in an age of prejudice, dissimulation and paradox, wherein, like dry leaves caught in a whirlpool, some of us are… — H. P. Blavatsky Copy Share Image
“I felt that our survival was owed to our slightness, that we danced through ruinous currents as dry leaves do, and were… — Marilynne Robinson Copy Share Image
As dry leaves that before the wild hurricane fly, when they meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky. So up to… — Clement Clarke Moore Copy Share Image
But what I really want is to just swim around in a warm baby pool of these friends, jump in their dry… — Dave Eggers Copy Share Image
Dry leaves upon the wall, Which flap like rustling wings and seek escape, A single frosted cluster on the grape Still hangs--and… — Sarah Chauncey Woolsey Copy Share Image
O sweet September, thy first breezes bring The dry leaf's rustle and the squirrel's laughter, The cool fresh air whence health and… — George Arnold Copy Share Image
Whoever has no house now, will never have one. Whoever is alone will stay alone, will sit, read, write long letters through… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
“At the very end of the street the bitumen gave way to reddish-orange dirt. And then it stopped altogether. Proud gumtrees blocked… — Duane Ratswander Copy Share Image
Several times in my life I've gone through long periods without sex or any other kind of physical contact. The hunger it… — Hari Kunzru Copy Share Image
“Truly I have looked into the very heart of darkness, and refused to yield to its paralyzing influence, but in spirit I… — helen keller Copy Share Image
And we'd sit in the dry leaves that whispered a little with the slow respiration of our waiting and with the slow… — William Faulkner Copy Share Image
Chilled-looking people walking along the riverside, the snow beginning, faintly, to pile up on the roofs of cars, the bare trees shaking… — Banana Yoshimoto Copy Share Image
“Now, remember: they're not for eating, but for listening, because you'll often be hungry for sounds as well as food. Here are… — Norton Juster Copy Share Image
“You go and sit near a waterfall. You listen to it, but do you interpret what the waterfall says? It says nothing...… — Osho Copy Share Image
“This druid feeling I get in the woods’s so thrilling it makes me want to crap, so I dug a hole with… — David Mitchell Copy Share Image
“We were in the autumnlands. Dim as it was, the forest glowed. The golden leaves flashing by blazed like sparks caught in… — Margaret Rogerson Copy Share Image
“Madrid. It was that time, the story of Don Zana 'The Marionette,' he with the hair of cream-colored string, he with the… — Rafael Sánchez Ferlosio Copy Share Image
If you are bitter you are like a dry leaf that you can squash and you can blow away by the wind.… — Vusi Mahlasela Copy Share Image
“Near the edge of the garden wall, a white lotus grew among dry leaves in a small pond. The breeze picked up,… — Kamal Ravikant Copy Share Image
Was genius ever ungrateful? Mere talents are dry leaves, tossed up and down by gusts of passion, and scattered and swept away;… — Walter Savage Landor Copy Share Image
Dry leaves cant be shown hope, their ultimate fate is to convert into soil. — Senoraroy Copy Share Image
Come, come thou bleak December wind, And blow the dry leaves from the tree! Flash, like a Love-thought, thro'me, Death And take… — Samuel Taylor Coleridge Copy Share Image
“We brought you truth, and in our mouth it sounded a lie. We brought you freedom, and it looks in our hands… — Arthur Koestler Copy Share Image
“The text we shall consider this morning,” he said clearly and with a cutting edge to his voice, “is found in the… — Kathrine Kressmann Taylor Copy Share Image
“The forest rose about this open glade like an amphitheatre, in golden terraces of horsechestnut and beech. The big nuts dropped velvety… — Willa Cather Copy Share Image
As a magnifying glass concentrates the rays of the sun into a little burning knot of heat that can set fire to… — Thomas Merton Copy Share Image
This is a diseased century. We diagnosed the disease and its causes with microscopic exactness, but whenever we applied the healing knife… — Arundhati Roy Copy Share Image
He was sure that he was not the cause of the abrupt silence. His passage through the canyon had not previously disturbed… — Dean Koontz Copy Share Image
