Men in their generations are like the leaves of the trees. The wind blows and one year's leaves are scattered on the… — Homer Copy Share Image
After an age of leaves and feathers someone dead thought of the mountain as money and cut the trees that were here… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
And all over the countryside, he knew, on every crest and hill, where once the hedges had interlaced, and cottages, churches, inns,… — H. G. Wells Copy Share Image
“the wind moved a thin scrim of sand across the bleached asphalt, brushed it along the ground in wide, crossing arcs that… — Alice McDermott Copy Share Image
It's easy to die. Just give your breath back to the trees and the wind. — Peter Levitt Copy Share Image
