Leaf Quotes
Leaf Quote of the day
Our Lord has written the promise of resurrection, not in books alone, but in every leaf in springtime.
The reason so many people never get anywhere in life is because when opportunity knocks, they are out in the backyard looking for four-leaf clovers.
Nature will bear the closest inspection. She invites us to lay our eye level with her smallest leaf, and take an insect view of its plain.
Every time you tear a leaf off a calendar, you present a new place for new ideas and progress.
In every change, in every falling leaf there is some pain, some beauty. And that's the way new leaves grow.
I never leaf through a copy of National Geographic without realizing how lucky we are to live in a society where it is traditional to wear clothes.
Every particular in nature, a leaf, a drop, a crystal, a moment of time is related to the whole, and partakes of the perfection of the whole.
We will all, someday, experience death, and become obsolete as a dead leaf falling from a tree, crushed by passersby to ashes underlying the earth.
I have a maple leaf tattoo over my heart, quite literally, and my two favorite things on Earth are being in Canada and making movies.
If you are bitter, you are like a dry leaf that you can just squash, and you can get blown away by the wind. There is much more wisdom in forgiveness.
Leaf felt buried beneath the remains of their prior life, the ashes coating every part of who he thought he was in this community.
The scenic route was a paved graveyard of dreams, but Fillion hoped his would rise from the ashes, marking the moment when he would finally own his life.
Their leafy whispers delighted her, and she promised her confidentiality by gently touching the trunks of both trees. They had held her secrets close to their hearts, she could do no less.
Secrets upon secrets were weaving into a strange and mysterious fabric that would ultimately clothe his future.
A red leaf danced from a branch like a dropping flame, down into the calm blue lake. A gust had broken it free. There was a cold bite in the wind. It was now deep autumn in the mountains.
I was drinking in the surroundings: air so crisp you could snap it with your fingers and greens in every lush shade imaginable offset by autumnal flashes of red and yellow.
I am just a leaf. Just a leaf falling from the tree so that a new bud may grow.
Fallen leaves on the ground are the golden song of immortal creativity.
Secrets are foolish creatures, I have learned. No longer do I wish to play with fools.
Your initiatives should be purposeful. Never climb a tree with the purpose of plucking a fruit, only to come down with a leaf.
As I drift through the autumn of my life like a fallen leaf blown about by the winds of time, I sometimes ponder my destiny.
This was all in the making, a long time ago. You had as much control over these events as a leaf does in the time of its falling.
The journey may be fraught with challenges, yet it continues, for even the smallest leaf must embrace destiny...Persistence is the key...
Feelings are real. They often become one’s reality. But they are not always based on truth.
Why?"He stopped pacing and looked at her as if she'd just asked him to count every leaf on every tree in the Old Place. "Because... you're you.
If I can’t sing, then let me listen to the songs of the wilderness and let me watch the dance of a lonely leaf.
In the fall of leaves, In the hustle of breeze, In the curve of streams, I foresee, Nature keeps more concealed, Than it lets us peep!
Don't give up when dark times come. The more storms you face in life, the stronger you'll be. Hold on. Your greater is coming.
There is another alphabet, whispering from every leaf, singing from every river, shimmering from every sky.