Fallen leaves Quote by Erin Hunter Download Open image ““Brightheart, a pretty white she-cat with ginger patches on her fur like fallen leaves, had”” — Erin Hunter ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ 3.1 out of 5 (9 ratings) Copy quoteShare Fallen leaves
“She had white cat hair on her dark suit, she was a dedicated cat hugger.” — Lilian Jackson Braun Copy Share Image
“All cats are gray in the dark. And besides, her actions have less to do with her, and everything to do with you.” — Jaye Frances Copy Share Image
“Unfurling herself like a large polar cat, she stood twice as tall as me. Her coat was a magnificent mother of pearl, while her… — Jovee Winters Copy Share Image
“Ginger's eyes had always been beautiful, gay, sparkling, laughing, and intelligent. Now they were even more beautiful for there were sadness and pleading, an… — Eleanor Estes Copy Share Image
“The purring kitten on her shoulder and the beauty of the day rinsed away her gloom on the walk home.” — Tara Maya Copy Share Image
“The ball of dark fur pressed itself into my chest, and I wished she was my kitten, and knew that she was not.” — Neil Gaiman Copy Share Image
“The cat is beauty and the beast, a baffling blend, a wicked feast. For all who dream of varied light, the cat holds both… — Wendy Beck Copy Share Image
“Sometimes she’d just walk around the city alone. Watch the people, smell the food, the bus exhaust, the smoke coming up through the grating. She’d feel protected somehow, found a sense of belonging in the hectic sprawl. And the next minute she’d feel like the one who couldn’t break the code, hit the right stride, catch the wave. Potholes and… — Carrie Fisher Copy Share
“Shall I tell you all about her, cat? She is very beautiful – your mistress,’ he murmured drowsily, ‘and her hair is heavy as burnished gold. I could paint her – not on canvas – for I should need shades and tones and hues and dyes more splendid than the iris of a splendid rainbow. I could only paint her… — Robert W. Chambers Copy Share
“He hoped the white cat would not have to suffer the pain he had felt when Spottedleaf died, or Graystripe’s when he lost Silverstream.” — Erin Hunter Copy Share Image
“The functional disenchantment, the sweet habit of each other, had begun to put lines around her mouth, lines that looked like quotation marks--as if… — Lorrie Moore Copy Share Image
“He also looked remarkably handsome, even more handsome the longer she looked at him. He had gorgeous gold-and-black hair--- jet-black streaked with gold that… — Sarah Beth Durst Copy Share Image
“If no cat has more to say, we should end this Gathering,” Firestar meowed. “Fine by me,” Blackstar replied. Onestar and Leopardstar nodded.” — Erin Hunter Copy Share Image
I have to stay here and bury her," he whispered. "Here, between RiverClan and ThunderClan. After this, not even her own Clan will want… — Erin Hunter Copy Share Image
“if a fox attacks her? She’s only learned basic battle moves. She may have been gone all night. I should have kept a closer eye on her. I knew she was upset after our journey.” “It’s not your fault.” Alderpaw tried to press back the guilt welling in his own chest. He shared a den with Twigpaw. He should have… — Erin Hunter Copy Share
“We cannot change our destiny, we just have to have the courage to know what it is, and accept it." - Cinderpelt” — Erin Hunter Copy Share
“We should have learned by now not to be surprised by kittypets." Graystripe” — Erin Hunter Copy Share Image
“Ivypool backed away. She twisted and ducked under him as he leaped, but his claws sank into her tail and pinned her to the ground. Thistleclaw and Snowtuft attacked from opposite sides, snarling, slicing her ears. She struggled away from them, crashing into hard muscle. Hawkfrost was behind her now. He stabbed his claws into her shoulders. With a gasp,… — Erin Hunter Copy Share
Darkness, air, water, and sky will come together... and shake the forest to its roots. — Erin Hunter Copy Share Image
This is not my Clan. Not any longer. ThunderClan is led by a kittypet, and there's nothing left to fight for. I feel no… — Erin Hunter Copy Share Image
Redtail was a brave warrior. His loyalty to ThunderClan could never be doubted. I always relied on his judgment, for it bore witness to… — Erin Hunter Copy Share Image
Now Darkstripe,' Graypaw hissed to Firepaw under his breath, 'is neither young, nor pretty. — Erin Hunter Copy Share Image
“look to the fallen leaves of this season as flowers and remember that we are here on borrowed time, that it is never too… — Savannah Page Copy Share Image
“Glib tongues frill up their hash of knowledge for mankind in polished speeches that are no more than vaporous winds rustling the fallen leaves… — Goethe Copy Share Image
“I listen to the rain talk to the leaves. She tells a story of love and leaving (isn’t that always the story? Isn’t that always the punchline?) She tells it softly like someone who has recently lost something that cannot be replaced. She closes her eyes and remembers. The leaves quietly wait. They love in silence. They understand in the… — Emm Roy Copy Share
Love That’s it: The cashless commerce. The blanket always too short. The loose connexion. To search behind the horizon. To brush fallen leaves with four shoes and in one’s mind to rub bare feet. To let and rent hearts; or in a room with shower and mirror, in a hired car, bonnet facing the moon, wherever innocence stops and burns… — Gunter Grass Copy Share
The stripped and shapely Maple grieves The ghosts of her Departed leaves. The ground is hard, As hard as stone. The year is old,… — John Updike Copy Share Image
“It was one of those autumn mornings which are devoid of melancholy, when the weather seems to be cleaning its house. A broom of… — Rebecca West Copy Share Image
“The stoic contemplates fallen leaves; the epicure rakes them into a loveseat.” — Bauvard Copy Share Image
I am sad, like the hot dust on the streets And the music of fresh fallen leaves Caught in a sliding summer breeze. — Scott Hastie Copy Share Image
“He smelled like fall — not like pumpkin and freshly fallen leaves, but like fall in Florida — salty like the beach air, earthy… — Kandi Steiner Copy Share Image
“Autumn is Nature's last party of the year. And dressing for the occasion, forests don their brightest attire, while the creatures follow suit with plush coats of fur. As the birds savor their final flights in the waning embers of light, Nature's children scamper about in search of manna for their winter pantries, pausing long enough to frolic in the… — Debra Welsh Copy Share