October is the fallen leaf, but it is also a wider horizon more clearly seen. — Hal Borland Copy Share Image
It is curious that the leaf should so love the light and the root so hate it. — Celia Thaxter Copy Share Image
Oh lift me as a wave, a leaf, a cloud! I fall upon the thorns of life! I bleed! — Percy Bysshe Shelley Copy Share Image
Help each other. Love everyone. Every leaf. Every ray of light. Forgive. — Terrence Malick Copy Share Image
On leaf of palm, on sedge-wrought roll; on plastic clay and leather scroll, man wrote his thoughts; the ages passed, and lo!… — John Greenleaf Whittier Copy Share Image
Basked in the sun,listened to birds,licked off raindrops,and only in flightthe leaf saw the treeand graspedwhat it had been. — Vera Pavlova Copy Share Image
Do not go through life like leaf blown from here to there believing whatever you are told. — Socrates Copy Share Image
Every ripple on the ocean, every leaf on every tree, every sand dune in the desert, every power we never see. — Sting Copy Share Image
In constructing concepts, we overlook the fact that no two things are the same. There is no such thing as the concept… — Friedrich Nietzsche Copy Share Image
Did you know you get one happy day for every one you catch?... One happy day for every falling leaf you catch"… — Maggie Stiefvater Copy Share Image
Under the big political umbrella, a man is just like a leaf in the ocean, with no control of his destiny and… — Zhang Yimou Copy Share Image
Life is not so simple. There are many futures. The life of a single person is like a great tree: every branch,… — David Gemmell Copy Share Image
Children are the boldest philosophers. They enter life naked, not covered by the smallest fig leaf of dogma, absolutes, creeds. This is… — Yevgeny Zamyatin Copy Share Image
A withered maple leaf has left its branch and is falling to the ground; its movements resemble those of a butterfly in… — Ivan Turgenev Copy Share Image
My life is like a faded leaf, My harvest dwindled to a husk: Truly my life is void and brief And tedious… — Christina Rossetti Copy Share Image
When a caterpillar eats a leaf, then a thrush eats the caterpillar, or when a hawk eats the thrush only 5 to… — Richard Heinberg Copy Share Image
Nature, when undisturbed, is never monotonous, you know. Even when using green, the most frequent color on her palette, she throws in… — Mabel Osgood Wright Copy Share Image
The leaf was darkish, and had prickles on it, But in another country, as he said, Bore a bright golden flow'r, but… — John Milton Copy Share Image
There are three types of biomimicry - one is copying form and shape, another is copying a process, like photosynthesis in a… — Janine Benyus Copy Share Image
Love, to her, was something hat comes suddenly, like a blinding flash of lightening - a heaven-sent storm hurled into life, uprooting… — Gustave Flaubert Copy Share Image
A day, a livelong day, is not one thing but many. It changes not only in growing light toward zenith and decline… — John Steinbeck Copy Share Image
A warrior is a hunter. He calculates everything. That's control. Once his calculations are over, he acts. He lets go. That's abandon.… — Carlos Castaneda Copy Share Image
Little Words When you are gone, there is nor bloom nor leaf, Nor singing sea at night, nor silver birds; And I… — Dorothy Parker Copy Share Image
“The wise man believes profoundly in silence, the sign of a perfect equilibrium. Silence is the absolute poise or balance of body,… — Charles Alexander Eastman Copy Share Image
Beside the grand history of the glaciers and their own, the mountain streams sing the history of every avalanche or earthquake and… — John Muir Copy Share Image
...there began to come to her a first dim realization of God's humility. Rejected by the proud in His own right by… — Elizabeth Goudge Copy Share Image
Mansions once Knew their own masters, and laborious hinds, That had surviv'd the father, serv'd the son. Now the legitimate and rightful… — William Cowper Copy Share Image
All things belonging to the earth will never change-the leaf, the blade, the flower, the wind that cries and sleeps and wakes… — Thomas Wolfe Copy Share Image
The gentle wind, a sweet and passionate wooer, Kisses the blushing leaf. — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share Image
If a man who cannot count finds a four-leaf clover, is he entitled to happiness? — Stanislaw Jerzy Lec Copy Share Image