Where man sees but withered leaves, God sees sweet flowers growing. — Albert Laighton Copy Share Image
Oh, would that my mind could let fall its dead ideas, as the tree does its withered leaves! — Andre Gide Copy Share Image
The most affluent may be stripped of all, and find his worldly comforts, like so many withered leaves, dropping from him. — Laurence Sterne Copy Share Image
On me, on me Time and change can heap no more! The painful past with blighting grief Hath left my heart a… — Richard Henry Horne Copy Share Image
Oh, would that my mind could let fall its dead ideas, as the tree does its withered leaves! And without too many… — Andre Gide Copy Share Image
Fading, with the Night, the memory of a dead love, and the withered leaves of a blighted hope, and the sickly repinings… — Lewis Carroll Copy Share Image
“The wind I hear it sighing, with autumn's saddest sound; withered leaves all thick are lying, as spring-flowers on the ground. This… — Emily Brontë Copy Share Image
“Say, doth she weep for very wantonness? Or is it that she dimly doth foresee Across her youth the joys grow less… — Ernest Dowson Copy Share Image
The winter evening settles down With smell of steaks in passageways. Six o'clock. The burnt-out ends of smoky days. And now a… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
Beauty is the only thing that time cannot harm. Philosophies fall away like sand, and creeds follow one another like the withered… — Oscar Wilde Copy Share Image
Drive my dead thoughts over the universe Like withered leaves to quicken a new birth! And, by the incantation of this verse,… — Percy Bysshe Shelley Copy Share Image
“This body is a guesthouse each morning someone new arrives. Welcome them all for they may be messengers from the invisible. Do… — Jalaluddin Rumi Copy Share Image
There was a frosty rime upon the trees, which, in the faint light of the clouded moon, hung upon the smaller branches… — Charles Dickens Copy Share Image
“A little while ago, I stood by the grave of the old Napoleon —a magnificent tomb of gilt and gold, fit almost… — Robert G. Ingersoll Copy Share Image
“On the seashore of endless worlds children meet. The infinite sky is motionless overhead and the restless water is boisterous. On the… — Rabindranath Tagore Copy Share Image
No matter what we are, and what we sing, Time finds a withered leaf in every laurel — Edwin Arlington Robinson Copy Share Image
Conjugal love, or the friendship of spouses, persists after sexual desires have weakened, withered, and disappeared. — Mortimer Adler Copy Share Image
Philosophies fall away like sand, and creeds follow on another like the withered leaves of Autumn. — Oscar Wilde Copy Share Image
O'er hill and field October's glories fade; O'er hill and field the blackbirds southward fly; The brown leaves rustle down the forest… — George Arnold Copy Share Image
“In a deserted stretch of the Karadj highway Munis had come face-to-face with unbridled lust, although she knew what lust was before… — Shahrnush Parsipur Copy Share Image
“Much has been said of the aesthetic values of chanoyu- the love of the subdued and austere- most commonly characterized by the… — Okakura Kakuzo Copy Share Image
