Quote by William Faulkner

“Deep in the woods, beside the swift-running stream, I stood listening, until the faint rustle of leaves reached me—soft songs drifting on the breeze,…

— Bhuwan Thapaliya

“Even dead fallen leaves go a long way with the wind before getting crushed.”

— Basith

“A brief rustling that broke off short, as if startled at itself, then deadly silence, that agonising, watchful hush, fraught with its own betrayal,…

— Gustav Meyrink

“Autumn always fascinated me—so much beauty in dying. Leaves holding on until the bitter end, finally going down in a blaze of glory, almost…

— Myra Mcentire

“Move swift as the Wind and closely-formed as the Wood. Attack like the Fire and be still as the Mountain.”

— Sun Tzu

“I recall the gentle whispers of the autumn wind and our long walks on crunchy leaves.”

— Bhuwan Thapaliya

“The wind I hear it sighing, with autumn's saddest sound; withered leaves all thick are lying, as spring-flowers on the ground. This dark night…

— Emily Brontë

“I looked up through a scatter of fluttering leaves silhouetted against the rosy autumn sunset.”

— Ben Carson

“falling leaves hide the path so quietly”

— John Bailey

“Fall seemed to last forever, the trees barren except for the few leaves still managing to hold on, poised in some terrible in-between.”

— Chelsea Sedoti

“The scarcely audible whisper of soft airs through the trees morning and evening, rain drops falling gently, and the murmur of drowsy surges far…

— Isabella L. Bird

“And the drops of rain. They are delicate, at first, their splashes graceful against pavement. Soon, though, the soft patter grows into a furious…

— Ky Grabowski